William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of read more
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long,
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm.
So hallowed and so gracious is that time.
He will give the devil his due.
He will give the devil his due.
You play the spaniel,
And think with wagging of your tongue to win me.
You play the spaniel,
And think with wagging of your tongue to win me.
Base is the slave that pays.
Base is the slave that pays.
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so;
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so;
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part
I have saved my life.
The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part
I have saved my life.
All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. How like a younker or a prodigal The scarfed read more
All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. How like a younker or a prodigal The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind! How like the prodigal doth she return, With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.
Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn but I shall have my pocket
picked?
Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn but I shall have my pocket
picked?
Like a dull actor now,
I have forgot my part, and I am out,
Even to a read more
Like a dull actor now,
I have forgot my part, and I am out,
Even to a full disgrace.
Soft pity enters an iron gate.
Soft pity enters an iron gate.
