William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Do not swear at all;
Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the read more
Do not swear at all;
Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. read more
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
'T is not in the bond. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
'T is not in the bond. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors!
There is betwixt that smile read more
O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors!
There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
He is so plaguy proud that the death-tokens of it
Cry 'No recovery.'
He is so plaguy proud that the death-tokens of it
Cry 'No recovery.'
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.
These signs have marked me extraordinary,
And all the courses of my life do show
I am read more
These signs have marked me extraordinary,
And all the courses of my life do show
I am not in the roll of common men.
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That in a spleen read more
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, Behold! The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
