William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted.
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted.
More mild, but yet more harmful; kind in hatred.
More mild, but yet more harmful; kind in hatred.
As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.
As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.
The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades, when speaking fails.
The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades, when speaking fails.
And maidens call it--Love in idleness.
And maidens call it--Love in idleness.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.
