William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
But when I came, alas, to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering read more
But when I came, alas, to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.
Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for
thoughts.
Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for
thoughts.
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?
I will ask him for my place again: he shall tell me I am a
drunkard! Had I as read more
I will ask him for my place again: he shall tell me I am a
drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would
stop them all. To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and
presently a beast! O strange! Every inordinate cup is unblest,
and the ingredient is a devil.
Let never day nor night unhallowed pass
But still remember what the Lord hath done.
Let never day nor night unhallowed pass
But still remember what the Lord hath done.
What cracker is this same that deafs our ears
With this abundance of superfluous breath?
What cracker is this same that deafs our ears
With this abundance of superfluous breath?
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.'
With this there grows
In my most ill-compos'd affection such
A stanchless avarice that, were I King,
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With this there grows
In my most ill-compos'd affection such
A stanchless avarice that, were I King,
I should cut off the nobles for their lands,
Desire his jewels, and this other's house,
And my more-having would be as a sauce
To make me hunger more, that I should forge
Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,
Destroying them for wealth.
I never heard a passion so confused,
So strange, outrageous, and so variable
As the dog Jew read more
I never heard a passion so confused,
So strange, outrageous, and so variable
As the dog Jew did utter in the streets:
'My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter!
Fled with a Christian! O my Christian ducats!'
