William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Thus the whirligig of time
Brings in his revenges.
Thus the whirligig of time
Brings in his revenges.
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.
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! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.
Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.
I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.
I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.
Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.
Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
Ah! when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made.
Ah! when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made.
