William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath a wherefore.
Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath a wherefore.
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
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For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
Great men have reaching hands.
Great men have reaching hands.
The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb.
The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb.
So get the start of the majestic world
And bear the palm alone.
So get the start of the majestic world
And bear the palm alone.
And maidens call it--Love in idleness.
And maidens call it--Love in idleness.
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
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.
