William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
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Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
Do scald me like molten lead.
Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn but I shall have my pocket
picked?
Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn but I shall have my pocket
picked?
Did he so often lodge in open field,
In winter's cold and summer's parching heat,
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Did he so often lodge in open field,
In winter's cold and summer's parching heat,
To conquer France, his true inheritance?
Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning;
One pain is less'ned by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, read more
Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning;
One pain is less'ned by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
There is thy gold--worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murder in this loathsome world,
Than these read more
There is thy gold--worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murder in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none
Farewell. Buy food and get thyself in flesh.
From the still-vexed Bermoothes. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
From the still-vexed Bermoothes. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
