William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
O how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
O how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
Whose nature is so far from doing harms,
That he suspects none.
Whose nature is so far from doing harms,
That he suspects none.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
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.
Springes to catch woodcocks.
Springes to catch woodcocks.
Thus the whirligig of time
Brings in his revenges.
Thus the whirligig of time
Brings in his revenges.
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!
And maidens call it--Love in idleness.
And maidens call it--Love in idleness.
They that stand high have many blasts to shake them.
They that stand high have many blasts to shake them.
