William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
All the stored vengeances of heaven fall
On her ingrateful top!
All the stored vengeances of heaven fall
On her ingrateful top!
I am your host.
With robber's hands in my hospitable favors
You should not ruffle thus.
I am your host.
With robber's hands in my hospitable favors
You should not ruffle thus.
To be once in doubt
Is once to be resolved.
To be once in doubt
Is once to be resolved.
O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?
O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?
Why, who cries out on pride
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow read more
Why, who cries out on pride
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea
Till that the weary very means do ebb?
Fare you well, my lord, and believe this of me: there can be no
kernel in this light nut; read more
Fare you well, my lord, and believe this of me: there can be no
kernel in this light nut; the soul of this man is his clothes.
Trust him not in matter of heavy consequence.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Soft pity enters an iron gate.
Soft pity enters an iron gate.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show;
False face must hide what the false heart doth khow.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show;
False face must hide what the false heart doth khow.
