William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That sucked the honey of his music vows,
Now read more
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That sucked the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason
Like sweet bells jangled, out of time and harsh,
That unmatched form and feature of blown youth
Blasted with ecstasy.
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 birds chaunt melody on every bush,
The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun,
The green read more
The birds chaunt melody on every bush,
The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun,
The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind,
And make a checkered shadow on the ground;
Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit,
And whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds,
Replying shrilly to the well-tuned horns,
As if a double hunt were heard at once,
Let us sit down and mark their yellowing noise;
And after conflict such as was supposed
The wand'ring prince and Dido once enjoyed,
When with a happy storm they were surprised,
And curtained with a counsel-keeping cave,
We may, each wreathed in the other's arms,
Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber,
Whiles hounds and horns and sweet melodious birds
Be unto us as is a nurse's song
Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep.
I'll never
Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand
As is a man were author read more
I'll never
Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand
As is a man were author of himself
And knew no other kin.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;The valiant never taste of death but once.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;The valiant never taste of death but once.
As long as I have a want, I have a reason for living.
Satisfaction is death.
As long as I have a want, I have a reason for living.
Satisfaction is death.
Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through
ordeal.
Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through
ordeal.
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 ides of March are come.
The ides of March are come.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the read more
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
