William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.
As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.
Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest.
Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest.
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows read more
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
Talkers are no good doers.
Talkers are no good doers.
So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.
So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.
Why, then the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
Why, then the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth,
Contagious blastments are are most imminent.
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth,
Contagious blastments are are most imminent.
The very rats
Instinctively had quit it.
The very rats
Instinctively had quit it.
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.
For violent fires soon burn out themselves.
For violent fires soon burn out themselves.
