William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
A little more than kin, and less than kind!
A little more than kin, and less than kind!
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.
Honesty's a fool
And loses that it works for.
Honesty's a fool
And loses that it works for.
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
We but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor.
We but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.
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.
