William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
As long as there is a chance of the world getting through its
troubles, I hold that a reasonable read more
As long as there is a chance of the world getting through its
troubles, I hold that a reasonable man must behave as though he
were sure of it. If at the end your cheerfulness was not
justified, at any rate you will have been cheerful.
My tables--meet it is I set it down
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
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My tables--meet it is I set it down
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark.
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
Let fancy still in my sense in Lethe steep;
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
Let fancy still in my sense in Lethe steep;
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told;
Many a man his life read more
All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told;
Many a man his life hath sold;
But my outside to behold.
His demand
Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love,
Bur from deceit, bred by necessity;
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His demand
Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love,
Bur from deceit, bred by necessity;
For how can tyrants safely govern home
Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?
There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a
penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; read more
There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a
penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make
it felony to drink small beer.
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, read more
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
It is a pretty mocking of the life.
It is a pretty mocking of the life.
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.
