William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
If thou couldst, doctor, cast
The water of my land, find her disease,
And purge it to read more
If thou couldst, doctor, cast
The water of my land, find her disease,
And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud you again.
To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
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To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to.
Lord, what fools these mortals be.
Lord, what fools these mortals be.
To offend and judge are distinct offices,
And of opposed natures.
To offend and judge are distinct offices,
And of opposed natures.
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.
Thou know'st, great son,
The end of war's uncertain, but this certain,
That, if thou conquer Rome, read more
Thou know'st, great son,
The end of war's uncertain, but this certain,
That, if thou conquer Rome, the benefit
Which thou shalt thereby reap is such a name
Whose repetition will be dogged with curses,
Whose chronicle thus writ: 'The man was noble,
But with his last attempt he wiped it out,
Destroyed his country; and his name remains
To th' ensuing age abhorred,' Speak to me son.
Thou hast affected the fine strains of honor,
To imitate the graces of the gods;
To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o' th' air,
And yet to change thy sulphur with a bolt
That should rive an oak.
Perseverance, dear my lord,
Keeps honor bright; to have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, read more
Perseverance, dear my lord,
Keeps honor bright; to have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mock'ry.
Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
Not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallowed house.
I am sent, with broom, before,
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Not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallowed house.
I am sent, with broom, before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
The better part of valour is discretion.
The better part of valour is discretion.
