William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
If thou art rich, thou'rt poor,
For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bear'st read more
If thou art rich, thou'rt poor,
For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey,
And death unloads thee.
Why, now blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
Why, now blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
From the still-vexed Bermoothes. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
From the still-vexed Bermoothes. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
The general's disdained
By him one step below, he by the next,
The next by him beneath; read more
The general's disdained
By him one step below, he by the next,
The next by him beneath; so every step,
Exampled by the first pace that is sick
Of his superior, grows to an envious fever
Of pale and bloodless emulation:
And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot,
Not her own sinews.
You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
Like the lily
That once was mistress of the field and flourished,
I'll hang my head and read more
Like the lily
That once was mistress of the field and flourished,
I'll hang my head and perish.
He who the sword of heaven will bear
Should be as holy as severe;
Pattern in himself read more
He who the sword of heaven will bear
Should be as holy as severe;
Pattern in himself to know,
Grace to stand, and virtue go;
More nor less to others paying
Than by self-offenses weighing.
Shame to him whose cruel striking
Kills for faults of his own liking.
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee read more
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.
There are grades of vanity, there are only grades of ability in
concealing it.
There are grades of vanity, there are only grades of ability in
concealing it.
