William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Why, all delights are vain, but that most vain
Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain:
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Why, all delights are vain, but that most vain
Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain:
As, painfully to pore upon a book,
To seek the light of truth, which truth the while
Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
Kings are earth's gods; in vice their law's their will.
Kings are earth's gods; in vice their law's their will.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Yet do I fear thy nature.
It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness
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Yet do I fear thy nature.
It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way.
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
Promising is the very air o' th' time; it opens the eyes of
expectation. Performance is ever duller for read more
Promising is the very air o' th' time; it opens the eyes of
expectation. Performance is ever duller for his act; and, but in
the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is
quite out of use. To promise is most courtly and fashionable;
performance is a kind of will or testament which argues a great
sickness in his judgment that makes it.
The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark
When neither is attended; and I think
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The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark
When neither is attended; and I think
The nightingale, if she should sing by day
When every goose is cackling, would be thought
No better a musician than the wren.
How many thing by season seasoned are
To their right praise and true perfection!
Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy. -Troilus and read more
Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3.
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
