William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
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.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.
If music be the food of love, play on.
If music be the food of love, play on.
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.
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
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.
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.
Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?
Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?
