William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
With devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
With devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her read more
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
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.
'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you,
my lord fool, out of read more
'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you,
my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower,
safety.
Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.
Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.
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.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
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.
If music be the food of love, play on.
If music be the food of love, play on.
