William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Oh what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Oh what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?
Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest.
Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest.
He that keeps nor crust nor crumb,
Weary of all shall want some.
He that keeps nor crust nor crumb,
Weary of all shall want some.
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.
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades, when speaking fails.
The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades, when speaking fails.
Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.
Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.
