William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
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.
Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, by my faith, it very well becomes you.
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Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, by my faith, it very well becomes you.
Sorrow so royally in you appears
That I will deeply put the fashion on
And wear it in my heart.
I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
Th' imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my read more
I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
Th' imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense.
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.
Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3.
A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3.
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.'
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.
The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
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The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were lovesick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes.
