William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.
By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.
Here beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.
Here beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.
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.
He that hath the grace of God, hath wealth enough.
He that hath the grace of God, hath wealth enough.
If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries,
I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.
If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries,
I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.
Wise men ne'er wail their present woes.
Wise men ne'er wail their present woes.
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.
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.
