William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
I cannot give thee less, to be called grateful.
Thou thought'st to help me, and such thanks I give
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I cannot give thee less, to be called grateful.
Thou thought'st to help me, and such thanks I give
As one near death to those that wish him live.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes deeds ill done!
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes deeds ill done!
I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so. -The Two Gentleman read more
I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act i. Sc. 2.
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 have seen
Sunshine and rain at once--her smiles and tears
Were like, a better way: those read more
You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once--her smiles and tears
Were like, a better way: those happy smilets
That played on her ripe lip seemed not to know
What guests were in her eyes, which parted thence
As pearls from diamonds dropped.
This casket threatens; men that hazard all
Do it in hope of fair advantages.
A golden mind read more
This casket threatens; men that hazard all
Do it in hope of fair advantages.
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross;
I'll then nor give nor hazard aught for lead.
I will make an end of my dinner--there's pippins and seese to
come.
I will make an end of my dinner--there's pippins and seese to
come.
Lie thou there; for here comes the trout that must be caught with
tickling.
Lie thou there; for here comes the trout that must be caught with
tickling.
Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist. -The read more
Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
