William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative; And I did laugh sans intermission An read more
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative; And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge
That no king can corrupt.
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge
That no king can corrupt.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
Oh, what a bitter thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
Oh, what a bitter thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
Unless experience be a jewel. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Unless experience be a jewel. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple. -The Two read more
O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1.
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.
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.
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?
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.
