William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.
Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.
But man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,--
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
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But man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,--
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep.
What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
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.
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.
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.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
