William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Every man can master a grief but he that has it.
Every man can master a grief but he that has it.
In the end truth will out.
In the end truth will out.
One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Turn giddy and be read more
One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Turn giddy and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish.
It is engendered in the eyes;
By gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it read more
It is engendered in the eyes;
By gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.
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.
What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.
What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.
If the tag-rag people did not clap him and hiss him, according as
he pleased and displeased them. . read more
If the tag-rag people did not clap him and hiss him, according as
he pleased and displeased them. . . . I am no true man.
Some falls the means are happier to rise.
Some falls the means are happier to rise.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
I saw young Harry with his visor up.
I saw young Harry with his visor up.
