William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last read more
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
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.
I follow him, to serve my turn upon him.
I follow him, to serve my turn upon him.
By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.
By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.
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.
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.
Nought so vile, that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good cloth give.
Nought so vile, that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good cloth give.
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.
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.
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.
