William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
O, my lord,
You said that idle weeds are fast in growth:
The prince my brother hath read more
O, my lord,
You said that idle weeds are fast in growth:
The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.
And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as
if I borrowed mine oaths of him read more
And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as
if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my
pleasure.
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.
Which of them shall I take?
Both? One? Or neither? Neither can be enjoyed,
If both remain read more
Which of them shall I take?
Both? One? Or neither? Neither can be enjoyed,
If both remain alive. To take the widow
Exasperates, makes mad her sister Goneril;
And hardly shall I carry out my side,
Her husband being alive.
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
Modo he's called, and Mahu.
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
Modo he's called, and Mahu.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute shall? -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute shall? -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
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.
There's something in't
More than my father's skill, which was the great'st
Of his profession, that his read more
There's something in't
More than my father's skill, which was the great'st
Of his profession, that his good receipt
Shall for my legacy be sanctified
By th' luckiest stars in heaven; and would your honor
But give me leave to thy success, I'd venture
The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure
By such a day and hour.
