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.
New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
(Nay, let 'em be unmanly), yet are followed.
New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
(Nay, let 'em be unmanly), yet are followed.
The sweat of industry would dry and die,
But for the end it works to.
The sweat of industry would dry and die,
But for the end it works to.
What a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin
than Dobbin my thill-horse has read more
What a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin
than Dobbin my thill-horse has on his tail.
Give me the ocular proof.
Give me the ocular proof.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is,
To have a thankless child.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is,
To have a thankless child.
A little fire is quickly trodden out;
Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
A little fire is quickly trodden out;
Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.
So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.
So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
