William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
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.
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.
O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop!
O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop!
All is well ended, if the suit be won.
All is well ended, if the suit be won.
Oh what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Oh what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Anger is like
A full hot horse, who being allowed his way,
Self-mettle tires him.
Anger is like
A full hot horse, who being allowed his way,
Self-mettle tires him.
Preferment goes by letter and affection,
And not by old gradation, where each second
Stood heir to read more
Preferment goes by letter and affection,
And not by old gradation, where each second
Stood heir to th's first.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.
