William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
It is a pretty mocking of the life.
It is a pretty mocking of the life.
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?
When last the young Orlando parted from you,
He left a promise to return again
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When last the young Orlando parted from you,
He left a promise to return again
Within a hour; and pacing through the forest,
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy,
Lo, what befell!
I tell you that which you yourselves do know,
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
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I tell you that which you yourselves do know,
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me.
What wound did ever heal but my degrees?
What wound did ever heal but my degrees?
(Berowne:) What is the end of study, let me know?
(King:) What, that to know which else we should read more
(Berowne:) What is the end of study, let me know?
(King:) What, that to know which else we should not know.
(Berowne:) Things hid and barred, you mean, from common sense?
(King:) Ay, that is study's godlike recompense.
By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.
By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.
From the still-vexed Bermoothes. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
From the still-vexed Bermoothes. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
I never knew so young a body with so old a head. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I never knew so young a body with so old a head. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
