William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Springes to catch woodcocks.
Springes to catch woodcocks.
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!
The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb.
The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb.
They that stand high have many blasts to shake them.
They that stand high have many blasts to shake them.
For violent fires soon burn out themselves.
For violent fires soon burn out themselves.
Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.
Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.
And maidens call it--Love in idleness.
And maidens call it--Love in idleness.
By that sin fell the angels.
By that sin fell the angels.
Weariness
Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.
Weariness
Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.
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.
