William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
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Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
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I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again.
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.
Whose nature is so far from doing harms,
That he suspects none.
Whose nature is so far from doing harms,
That he suspects none.
I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.
I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.
Omittance is no quittance.
Omittance is no quittance.
What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
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.
Things at the worst will cease, or e'en climb upward
To what they were before.
Things at the worst will cease, or e'en climb upward
To what they were before.
