William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.
To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
Modo he's called, and Mahu.
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
Modo he's called, and Mahu.
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.
But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.
But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.
Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.
Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.
Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through
ordeal.
Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through
ordeal.
That it should come to this,
But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two,
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That it should come to this,
But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two,
So excellent a king, that was to this
Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth,
Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on, and yet within a month--
Let me not think on't; frailty, thy name is woman--
A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she followed my poor father's body
Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she--
O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason
Would have mourned longer--married with my uncle,
My father's brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules.
Such a house broke?
So noble a master fall'n; all gone, and not
One friend to take read more
Such a house broke?
So noble a master fall'n; all gone, and not
One friend to take his fortune by the arm
And go along with him?
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.
