William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
A sceptre snatched with an unruly hand
Must be as boisterously maintained as gained,
And he that read more
A sceptre snatched with an unruly hand
Must be as boisterously maintained as gained,
And he that stands upon a slippery place
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.
We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
It shall be so.
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
It shall be so.
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; read more
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
Boundless intemperance
In nature is a tyranny. It hath been
Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne
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Boundless intemperance
In nature is a tyranny. It hath been
Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne
And fall of many kings.
All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their read more
All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
