William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.--
This grave shall have a living monument.
An hour read more
Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.--
This grave shall have a living monument.
An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;
Till then in patience our proceeding be.
Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits
Make rich the ribs, but backrout quite the wits.
Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits
Make rich the ribs, but backrout quite the wits.
Yet marked O where the bolt of Cupid fell.
It fell upon a little western flower,
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Yet marked O where the bolt of Cupid fell.
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look.
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.
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.
Praise her but for this her without-door form--
Which on my faith deserves high speech--and straight
The read more
Praise her but for this her without-door form--
Which on my faith deserves high speech--and straight
The shrug, the hum or ha, these pretty brands
That calumny doth use--O, I am out,
That mercy does, for calumny will sear
Virtue itself--these shrugs, these hums and ha's,
When you have said she's goodly, come between
Ere you can say she's honest.
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.
My free drift
Halts not particularly, but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax; no levelled read more
My free drift
Halts not particularly, but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax; no levelled malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold,
But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,
Leaving no tract behind.
The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart--see, they bark at me.
The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart--see, they bark at me.
