William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
The table round.
Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
The table round.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
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For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin?
Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that
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Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that
supplants us all in the long run.
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain
Fly pride, says the peacock: mistress, that you know.
Fly pride, says the peacock: mistress, that you know.
Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh.
And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous.
By'r Lady, read more
Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh.
And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous.
By'r Lady, he is a good musician.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises; and oft it hits
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Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises; and oft it hits
Where hope is coldest and despair most fits.
Make me to see't; or at the least so prove it
That the probation bear no hinge nor loop
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Make me to see't; or at the least so prove it
That the probation bear no hinge nor loop
To hang a doubt on--or woe upon thy life!
I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3.
I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
