William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
I see my reputation is at stake;
My fame is shrewdly gored.
I see my reputation is at stake;
My fame is shrewdly gored.
Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for
lovers, lacking--God warn us!--matter, the cleanliest shift read more
Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for
lovers, lacking--God warn us!--matter, the cleanliest shift is to
kiss.
I do beseech you--
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess
(As I confess it is read more
I do beseech you--
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess
(As I confess it is my nature's plague
To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy
Shapes faults that are not), that your wisdom yet
From one that so imperfectly conjects
Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble
Out of his scattering and unsure observance.
Master, if you do, expect spoon-meat, or bespeak a long spoon.
Master, if you do, expect spoon-meat, or bespeak a long spoon.
Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies,
There to dispose this treasure in mine arms
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Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies,
There to dispose this treasure in mine arms
And secretly to greet the empress's friends.
He will give the devil his due. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
He will give the devil his due. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
O dearest soul, your cause doth strike my heart
With pity that doth make me sick.
O dearest soul, your cause doth strike my heart
With pity that doth make me sick.
I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here;
Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear,
The which read more
I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here;
Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear,
The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood
Which breathed this poison.
No, Antony, take the lot:
But, first or last, your fine Egyptian cookery
Shall have the fame. read more
No, Antony, take the lot:
But, first or last, your fine Egyptian cookery
Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius Caesar
Grew faw with feasting there.
O that this too too sullied flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew,
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O that this too too sullied flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew,
Or that the Everlasting had not fixed
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter.
