William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.
The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.
The more thou dam'st it up, the more it burns.
The current that with gentle murmur glides,
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The more thou dam'st it up, the more it burns.
The current that with gentle murmur glides,
Thou know'st, being stopped, impatiently doth rage;
But when his fair course is not hindered,
He makes sweet music with th' enameled stones,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge,
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage.
And so by many winding nooks he strays
With willing sport to the wild ocean.
Then let me go and hinder not my course.
I'll be as patient as a gentle stream
And make a pastime of each weary step,
Till the last step have brought me to my love;
And there I'll rest, as after much turmoil
A blessed soul doth in Elysium.
Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?
Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?
A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.
A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.
O monstrous! but one halfpennyworth of bread to this intolerable
deal of sack!
O monstrous! but one halfpennyworth of bread to this intolerable
deal of sack!
Have more than thou showest,Speak less than thou knowest.
Have more than thou showest,Speak less than thou knowest.
I do not like 'but yet, it does allay
The good precedence: fie upon 'but yet,'
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I do not like 'but yet, it does allay
The good precedence: fie upon 'but yet,'
'But yet' is as a jailer to bring forth
Some monstrous malefactor.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. (Merchant Of Venice)
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. (Merchant Of Venice)
Treason and murder ever kept together,
As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,
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Treason and murder ever kept together,
As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,
Working so grossly in a natural cause
That admiration did not whoop at them;
But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in
Wonder to wait on treason and on murder;
And whatsoever cunning fiend it was
That wrought upon thee so preposterously
Hath got the voice in hell for excellence.
