William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
I would fain die a dry death. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.
I would fain die a dry death. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.
Think you I bear the shears of destiny?
Have I commandment on the pulse of life?
Think you I bear the shears of destiny?
Have I commandment on the pulse of life?
Let me embrace thee, sour adversity,
For wise men say it is the wisest course.
Let me embrace thee, sour adversity,
For wise men say it is the wisest course.
Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace.
Leave gormandizing.
Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace.
Leave gormandizing.
Did ever raven sing so like a lark
That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise?
Did ever raven sing so like a lark
That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise?
If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
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If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
I bought an unction of a mountebank,
So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,
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I bought an unction of a mountebank,
So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,
Where it draws blood so cataplasm so rare,
Collected from all simples that have virtue
Under the moon, can save the thing from death
That is but scratched withal. I'll touch my point
With this contagion, that, if I gall him slightly,
It may be death.
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite
jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne read more
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite
jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a
thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is!
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
All furnished, all in arms;
All plum'd like estridges that with the wind
Bated like eagles having read more
All furnished, all in arms;
All plum'd like estridges that with the wind
Bated like eagles having lately bathed;
Glittering in golden coats like images;
As full of spirit as the month of May
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
