William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
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.
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.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every read more
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
We ne'er shall look upon his like again.
We ne'er shall look upon his like again.
When devils will the blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows!
When devils will the blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows!
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
Since riches point to misery and contempt?
Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
Since riches point to misery and contempt?
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale.
Young in limbs, in judgment old.
Young in limbs, in judgment old.
