William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
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.
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.
I prithee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy
tidings.
I prithee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy
tidings.
I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster; but
I'll take my oath on read more
I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster; but
I'll take my oath on it, till he have made an oyster of me he
shall never make me such a fool.
You are an alchemist; make gold of that.
You are an alchemist; make gold of that.
From his cradle
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one,
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and read more
From his cradle
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one,
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading;
Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,
But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?
Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?
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.
