William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
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.
Young in limbs, in judgment old.
Young in limbs, in judgment old.
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.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
He that hath the grace of God, hath wealth enough.
He that hath the grace of God, hath wealth enough.
I know myself now, and I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities,
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I know myself now, and I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities,
A still and quiet conscience.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man,
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Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man,
And bitter shame hath spoiled the sweet world's taste,
That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
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There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.
Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.
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.
