William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes.
The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes.
One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
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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.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man,
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Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man,
And bitter shame hath spoiled the sweet world's taste,
That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
In time the rod
Becomes more mocked than feared.
In time the rod
Becomes more mocked than feared.
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?
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.
Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest,
Lend less than thou owest,
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Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest,
Lend less than thou owest,
Ride more than thou goest,
Learn more than thou trowest,
Set less than thou throwest;
Leave thy drink and thy whore,
And keep in-a-door,
And thou shalt have more
Than two tens to a score.
With devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
With devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.
Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.
