William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
So full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.
So full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only
Which your disease requires.
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only
Which your disease requires.
Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? read more
Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3.
I do remember an apothecary,
And hereabouts 'a dwells, which late I noted
In tatt'red weeds, with read more
I do remember an apothecary,
And hereabouts 'a dwells, which late I noted
In tatt'red weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples. Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuffed, and other skins
Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses
Were thinly scattered, to make up a show.
Unkindness may do much;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love.
Unkindness may do much;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky read more
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it. -As You Like It. read more
I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be,
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing read more
Neither a borrower nor a lender be,
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulleth edge of husbandry.
Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. -Coriolanus. Act read more
Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. -Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 3.