William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
And we must take the current when it serves;
Or lose our ventures.
And we must take the current when it serves;
Or lose our ventures.
Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten silk.
Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten silk.
I'll potch at him some way;
Or wrath or craft may get him.
I'll potch at him some way;
Or wrath or craft may get him.
For emulation hath a thousand sons
That one by one pursue.
For emulation hath a thousand sons
That one by one pursue.
What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.
What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.
It is engendered in the eyes;
By gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it read more
It is engendered in the eyes;
By gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.
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.
Here beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.
Here beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.
What king so strong,
Can tie the gall up in a slanderer's tongue?
What king so strong,
Can tie the gall up in a slanderer's tongue?
