William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Trust not the physician;
His antidotes are poison, and he slays
More than you rob.
Trust not the physician;
His antidotes are poison, and he slays
More than you rob.
It doth appear you are a worthy judge;
You know the law, your exposition
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It doth appear you are a worthy judge;
You know the law, your exposition
Hath been most sound.
I would I had some flowers o' th' spring that might
Become your time of day, and yours, and read more
I would I had some flowers o' th' spring that might
Become your time of day, and yours, and yours,
That wear upon your virgin branches yet
Your maidenheads growing. O, Proserpina,
For the flowers now that, frighted, thou let'st fall
From Dis's wagon; daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,
That die unmarried, ere they can behold
Bright Phoebus in his strength--a malady
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one.
Oft expectation fails and most oft there Where most it promises, and oft it hits Where hope is coldest and read more
Oft expectation fails and most oft there Where most it promises, and oft it hits Where hope is coldest and despair most fits.
Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in holiday humor and like
enough to consent.
Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in holiday humor and like
enough to consent.
The private wound is deepest. O time most accurst,
'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst!
The private wound is deepest. O time most accurst,
'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst!
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look.
So shall you hear
Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts,
Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters,
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So shall you hear
Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts,
Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters,
Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause,
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
Fall'n on th' inventors' heads.
Hold, there is forty ducats. Let me have
A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
As will read more
Hold, there is forty ducats. Let me have
A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
As will disperse itself through all the veins
That the life-weary taker may fall dead,
And that the trunk may be discharged of breath
As violently as hasty powder fired
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
You taught me language, and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
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You taught me language, and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
For learning me your language!