William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
There's some ill planet reigns.
I must be patient till the heavens look
With an aspect more read more
There's some ill planet reigns.
I must be patient till the heavens look
With an aspect more favorable.
Know my name is lost,
By treason's tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit;
Yet am I noble as the read more
Know my name is lost,
By treason's tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit;
Yet am I noble as the adversary
I come to cope.
The early village cock
Hath twice done salutation to the morn:
Your friends are up and buckle read more
The early village cock
Hath twice done salutation to the morn:
Your friends are up and buckle on their armor.
Promising is the very air o' th' time; it opens the eyes of
expectation. Performance is ever duller for read more
Promising is the very air o' th' time; it opens the eyes of
expectation. Performance is ever duller for his act; and, but in
the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is
quite out of use. To promise is most courtly and fashionable;
performance is a kind of will or testament which argues a great
sickness in his judgment that makes it.
Bleed, bleed, poor Country!
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodness dare not check thee; read more
Bleed, bleed, poor Country!
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodness dare not check thee; wear thou thy wrongs,
The title is affeered!
Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never read more
Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.
The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark
When neither is attended; and I think
The read more
The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark
When neither is attended; and I think
The nightingale, if she should sing by day
When every goose is cackling, would be thought
No better a musician than the wren.
How many thing by season seasoned are
To their right praise and true perfection!
Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
We shall be winnowed with so rough a wind
That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff
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We shall be winnowed with so rough a wind
That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff
And good from bad find no partition.
