William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
O Regan, she hath tied
Sharp-toothed unkindness, like a vulture, here.
O Regan, she hath tied
Sharp-toothed unkindness, like a vulture, here.
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?
Therefore I say again
I utterly abhor, yea, from my soul
Refuse you for my judge, whom read more
Therefore I say again
I utterly abhor, yea, from my soul
Refuse you for my judge, whom yet once more
I hold my most malicious for and think not
At all a friend to truth.
Give a man health and a course to steer, and he'll never stop to
trouble about whether he's happy read more
Give a man health and a course to steer, and he'll never stop to
trouble about whether he's happy or not.
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.
That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
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That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor read more
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life, read more
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life, Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, More moving-delicate and full of life Into the eye and prospect of his soul. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.
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.
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.
