William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite
jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne read more
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite
jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a
thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is!
The wound of peace is surety,
Surety secure; but modest doubt is called
The beacon of the read more
The wound of peace is surety,
Surety secure; but modest doubt is called
The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches
To th' bottom of the worst.
Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;
And in his needy shop read more
Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuffed, and other skins
Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses
Were thinly scattered, to make up a show.
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of
the fish that read more
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of
the fish that hath fed of that worm.
A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3.
A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Be it not in thy care. Go,
I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
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Be it not in thy care. Go,
I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.
Think you I bear the shears of destiny?
Have I commandment on the pulse of life?
Think you I bear the shears of destiny?
Have I commandment on the pulse of life?
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.
I love a ballad but even too well if it be doleful matter merrily
set down, or a very read more
I love a ballad but even too well if it be doleful matter merrily
set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed and sung lamentably.
You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant!
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true read more
You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant!
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true as steel.
