William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
My poverty, but not my will consents.
My poverty, but not my will consents.
I am sure care's an enemy to life.
I am sure care's an enemy to life.
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.
As the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
As the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs.
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs.
Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel.
Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel.
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
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Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
All is well ended, if the suit be won.
All is well ended, if the suit be won.
