William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.
Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.
I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I
know most faults.
I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I
know most faults.
I have shot mine arrow o'er the house
And hurt my brother.
I have shot mine arrow o'er the house
And hurt my brother.
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand read more
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr! -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The worst is not
So long as we can say 'This is the worst.'
The worst is not
So long as we can say 'This is the worst.'
His overthrow heaped happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found read more
His overthrow heaped happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little.
I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than the years;
And should read more
I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than the years;
And should he doubt it, as no doubt he doth,
That I should open to the list'ning air
How many worthy princes' bloods were shed
To keep his bed of blackness unlaid ope,
To lop that doubt, he'll fill this land with arms
And make pretense of wrong that I have done him;
When all, for mine, if I may call offense,
Must feel war's blow, who spares not innocence;
Which love to all, of which thyself art one,
Who now reproved'st me for't--
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.
Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.
Cytherea,
How bravely thou becom'st thy bed, fresh lily,
And whiter than the sheets!
Cytherea,
How bravely thou becom'st thy bed, fresh lily,
And whiter than the sheets!
