William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
I had rather be a dog and bay the moon
Than such a Roman.
I had rather be a dog and bay the moon
Than such a Roman.
Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! -Twelfth Night. Act iii. read more
Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
But in this point
All his tricks founder and he brings his physic
After his patient's death: read more
But in this point
All his tricks founder and he brings his physic
After his patient's death: the king already
Hath married the fair lady.
But then I sigh, and, with a piece of Scripture,
Tell them that Gods bids us do good for read more
But then I sigh, and, with a piece of Scripture,
Tell them that Gods bids us do good for evil:
And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ,
And seems a saint, when most I play the devil.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds read more
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 to ourselves in passion we propose,
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
What to ourselves in passion we propose,
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
In poison there is physic; and these news,
Having been well, that would have made me sick,
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In poison there is physic; and these news,
Having been well, that would have made me sick,
Being sick, have in some measure made me well.
There's never a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he's an arrant knave.
There's never a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he's an arrant knave.
See what a rent the envious Casca made.
See what a rent the envious Casca made.
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain
