William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Which of them shall I take?
Both? One? Or neither? Neither can be enjoyed,
If both remain read more
Which of them shall I take?
Both? One? Or neither? Neither can be enjoyed,
If both remain alive. To take the widow
Exasperates, makes mad her sister Goneril;
And hardly shall I carry out my side,
Her husband being alive.
Discomfort guides my tongue
And bids me speak of nothing but despair.
Discomfort guides my tongue
And bids me speak of nothing but despair.
I'll privily away; I love the people,
But do not like to stage me to their eyes;
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I'll privily away; I love the people,
But do not like to stage me to their eyes;
Though it do well, I do not relish well
Their loud applause and aves vehement,
Nor do I think the man of safe discretion
That does not affect it.
Who are the violets now
That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?
Who are the violets now
That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?
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.
Some book there is that she desires to see.
Which is it, girl, of these? Open them, boy.
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Some book there is that she desires to see.
Which is it, girl, of these? Open them, boy.
But thou art deeper read and better skilled:
Come and take choice of all my library,
And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens
Reveal the damned contriver of this deed.
'Ay,' quoth my uncle Gloucester,
'Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.'
And since, methinks, read more
'Ay,' quoth my uncle Gloucester,
'Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.'
And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast,
Because sweet flow'rs are slow and weeds make haste.
My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest,
Out of hope of all but my share of read more
My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest,
Out of hope of all but my share of the feast.
