William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
What a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin
than Dobbin my thill-horse has read more
What a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin
than Dobbin my thill-horse has on his tail.
And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault,
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault,
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy tongue,
And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform.
Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy tongue,
And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform.
Defer no time; delays have dangerous ends.
Defer no time; delays have dangerous ends.
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.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied read more
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
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 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.
For night owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.
For night owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.
