William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.
Every man can master a grief but he that has it.
Every man can master a grief but he that has it.
They that stand high have many blasts to shake them.
They that stand high have many blasts to shake them.
But this swift business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.
But this swift business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.
My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary and old with read more
My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary and old with service.
Whose nature is so far from doing harms,
That he suspects none.
Whose nature is so far from doing harms,
That he suspects none.
For emulation hath a thousand sons
That one by one pursue.
For emulation hath a thousand sons
That one by one pursue.
