William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Ah! when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made.
Ah! when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made.
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.
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.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
Young in limbs, in judgment old.
Young in limbs, in judgment old.
Trust not him that hath once broken faith.
Trust not him that hath once broken faith.
Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.
Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.
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.
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.
I follow him, to serve my turn upon him.
I follow him, to serve my turn upon him.
