William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
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.
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
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How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!
For I can raise no money by vile means.
For I can raise no money by vile means.
If I can catch him once upon the hip,
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
If I can catch him once upon the hip,
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Therefore doth heaven divide
The state of man in divers functions,
Setting endeavor in continual motion;
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Therefore doth heaven divide
The state of man in divers functions,
Setting endeavor in continual motion;
To which is fixed as an aim or butt
Obedience; for so work the honeybees,
Creatures that by a rule in nature teach
The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
They have a king, and officers of sorts,
Where some like magistrates correct at home,
Others like merchants venture trade abroad,
Others like soldiers armed in their stings
Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds,
Which pillage they with merry march bring home
To the tent-royal of their emperor,
Who, busied in his majesties, surveys
The singing masons building roofs of gold,
The civil citizens kneading up the honey,
The poor mechanic porters crowding in
Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate,
The sad-eyed justice with his surly hum
Delivering o'er to executors pale
The lazy yawning drone.
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man that function
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My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man that function
Is smothered in surmise and nothing is
But what is not.
If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you'd best
teach it to dance.
If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you'd best
teach it to dance.
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.
Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?
Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?
