William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man, that mocks at it, and sets it light.
For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man, that mocks at it, and sets it light.
And with them words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich.
And with them words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich.
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.
Great men have reaching hands.
Great men have reaching hands.
Honesty's a fool
And loses that it works for.
Honesty's a fool
And loses that it works for.
That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I
Fluttered your Volscians in Corioles.
That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I
Fluttered your Volscians in Corioles.
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught:
Our sweetest songs are those which tell of saddest read more
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught:
Our sweetest songs are those which tell of saddest thought.
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
But that's read more
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.
This even-handed justice
Commends th' ingredience of our poisoned chalice
To our own lips.
This even-handed justice
Commends th' ingredience of our poisoned chalice
To our own lips.
O, a kiss
Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!
Now, by the jealous queen of read more
O, a kiss
Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!
Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss
I carried from thee dear; and my true lip
Hath virgined it e'er since.
