William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
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?
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.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
read more
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
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.
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.
Young in limbs, in judgment old.
Young in limbs, in judgment old.
By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.
By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.
Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.
Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.
They that stand high have many blasts to shake them,
And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.
They that stand high have many blasts to shake them,
And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.
