William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Like madness is the glory of this life
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.
Like madness is the glory of this life
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.
Thy deathbed is no lesser than thy land,
Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;
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Thy deathbed is no lesser than thy land,
Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;
And thou, too careless patient as thou art,
Committ'st thy anointed body to the cure
Of those physicians that first wounded thee.
You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant!
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
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You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant!
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true as steel.
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving read more
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.
With these shreds
They vented their complainings, which being answered
And a petition granted them, a strange read more
With these shreds
They vented their complainings, which being answered
And a petition granted them, a strange one,
To break the heart of generosity,
And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps
As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon,
Shouting their emulation.
The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
To offend and judge are distinct offices,
And of opposed natures.
To offend and judge are distinct offices,
And of opposed natures.
Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity,
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Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity,
And pity 'tis 'tis true--a foolish figure.
Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
