William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks. read more
Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks. Her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.
'Tis plate of rare device and jewels
Of rich and exquisite form, their values great,
And I read more
'Tis plate of rare device and jewels
Of rich and exquisite form, their values great,
And I am something curious, being strange,
To have them in sale stowage.
Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop,
Not to outsport discretion.
Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop,
Not to outsport discretion.
She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
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She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
And she will sing the song that pleaseth you
And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep,
Charming your brood with pleasing heaviness,
Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep
As is the difference betwixt day and night
The hour before the heavenly-harnessed team
Begins his golden progress in the east.
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.
He will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a color she
abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she read more
He will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a color she
abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; and he will
smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her
disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it
cannot but turn him into a notable contempt.
Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Then my dial goes not true; I look this lark for a bunting.
Then my dial goes not true; I look this lark for a bunting.
But then I sigh, and, with a piece of Scripture,
Tell them that Gods bids us do good for read more
But then I sigh, and, with a piece of Scripture,
Tell them that Gods bids us do good for evil:
And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ,
And seems a saint, when most I play the devil.
So smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue
That, his apparent open guilt omitted--
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So smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue
That, his apparent open guilt omitted--
I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife--
He lived from all attainder of suspects.
