William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each read more
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall
They said they were anhungry; sighed forth proverbs--
That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat,
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They said they were anhungry; sighed forth proverbs--
That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat,
That meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent not
Corn for the rich men only. With these shreds
They vented their complainings, which being answered
And a petition granted them, a strange one,
To break the heart of generosity,
And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps
As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon,
Shouting their emulation.
But jealous souls will not be answered so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
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But jealous souls will not be answered so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
But jealous for they're jealous.
'Tis a monster
Begot upon itself, born on itself.
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I will play the swan,
And die in music.
I will play the swan,
And die in music.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So ling lives this, and this gives life to thee.
What then? What rests?
Try what repentance can. What can it not?
Yet what can it when read more
What then? What rests?
Try what repentance can. What can it not?
Yet what can it when one cannot repent?
O wretched state? O bosom black as death!
O limed soul, that struggling to be free
Art more engaged!
There is no vice so simple but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
There is no vice so simple but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
