William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
O nation miserable,
With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptred,
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,
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O nation miserable,
With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptred,
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,
Since that the truest issue of thy throne
By his own interdiction stands accursed
And does blaspheme his breed?
From the still-vexed Bermoothes. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
From the still-vexed Bermoothes. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
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A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.
These violent delights have violent ends.
These violent delights have violent ends.
A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
And blow it to the source from whence it came.
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A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
And blow it to the source from whence it came.
Thy very beams will dry those vapors up,
For every cloud engenders not a storm.
Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,
And welcome home again discarded faith.
Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,
And welcome home again discarded faith.
Prithee, friend,
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and the bad together: read more
Prithee, friend,
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and the bad together: he's friends with Caesar,
In state of health, thou say'st, and thou say'st, free.
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
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.
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks.
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks.
