William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Let me play the fool;
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
Let me play the fool;
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
To climb steep hills
Requires slow pace at first.
To climb steep hills
Requires slow pace at first.
Springes to catch woodcocks.
Springes to catch woodcocks.
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.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel.
Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel.
Tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than their years.
Tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than their years.
Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing.
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
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Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing.
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.
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.
My poverty, but not my will consents.
My poverty, but not my will consents.
