William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Oh what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Oh what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
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Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
He that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
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He that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.
'Tis meet
That noble minds keep ever with their likes:
For who so firm that cannot be read more
'Tis meet
That noble minds keep ever with their likes:
For who so firm that cannot be seduced?
Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath a wherefore.
Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath a wherefore.
All is well ended, if the suit be won.
All is well ended, if the suit be won.
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities.
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
