William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Like a fair house, built on another man's ground. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Like a fair house, built on another man's ground. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender read more
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have: And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Hostess, clap to the doors. Watch to-night, pray to-morrow.
Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of read more
Hostess, clap to the doors. Watch to-night, pray to-morrow.
Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good
fellowship come to you! What, shall we be merry? Shall we have
a play extempore.
On Tuesday last
A falcon, now tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl read more
On Tuesday last
A falcon, now tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.
Off with his head! -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Off with his head! -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4.
My desolation does begin to make
A better life.
My desolation does begin to make
A better life.
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
(Goneril:) I have been worth the whistle.
(Albany:) O Goneril,
You are not worth the dust which read more
(Goneril:) I have been worth the whistle.
(Albany:) O Goneril,
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
Blows in your face.
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in read more
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1.
Villain and he be many miles asunder.
Villain and he be many miles asunder.
