William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Question your grace the late ambassadors,
With what great state he heard their embassy,
How well supplied read more
Question your grace the late ambassadors,
With what great state he heard their embassy,
How well supplied with noble counsellors,
How modest in exception, and withal
How terrible in constant resolution,
And you shall find his vanities forespent
Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly;
As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots
That shall first spring and be most delicate.
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.
Coal-black is better than another hue
In that it scorns to bear another hue;
For all the read more
Coal-black is better than another hue
In that it scorns to bear another hue;
For all the water in the ocean
Can never turn the swan's black legs to white,
Although she lave them hourly in the flood.
I will play the swan,
And die in music.
I will play the swan,
And die in music.
I dote on his very absence.
I dote on his very absence.
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act i. Sc. 1.
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act i. Sc. 1.
Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently. For in the very read more
Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently. For in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say, whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
And wilt thou still be hammering treachery
To tumble down thy husband and thyself
From top of read more
And wilt thou still be hammering treachery
To tumble down thy husband and thyself
From top of honor to disgrace's feet?
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing read more
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
