William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have
Immortal longings in me.
Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have
Immortal longings in me.
Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
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.
They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. -The Merchant of Venice. Act read more
They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
O, where is loyalty?
If it be banished from the frosty head,
Where shall it find a read more
O, where is loyalty?
If it be banished from the frosty head,
Where shall it find a harbor in the earth?
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.
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.
I see, the jewel best enamelled
Will lose his beauty; yet the gold bides still
That others read more
I see, the jewel best enamelled
Will lose his beauty; yet the gold bides still
That others touch, and often touching will
Wear gold; and no man that hath a name,
By falsehood and corruption doth it shame.
I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.
I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.
