William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
I do desire we may be better strangers.
I do desire we may be better strangers.
It will have blood, they say: blood will have blood.
Stones have been known to move and trees to read more
It will have blood, they say: blood will have blood.
Stones have been known to move and trees to speak;
Augures and understood relations have
By maggot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth
The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?
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.
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers.
Away; go. They say there is read more
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers.
Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in
nativity, chance, or death.
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.
O Lorenzo,
If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife,
Become a Christian and thy loving read more
O Lorenzo,
If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife,
Become a Christian and thy loving wife!
I have peppered two of them: two I am sure I have paid, two rogues in buckram suits. I tell read more
I have peppered two of them: two I am sure I have paid, two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face; call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward: here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me— -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, by my faith, it very well becomes you.
Sorrow so royally read more
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.
Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.
Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.