William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.
Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.
I'll potch at him some way;
Or wrath or craft may get him.
I'll potch at him some way;
Or wrath or craft may get him.
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
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My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
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.
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.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.
Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
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.
Now out of this nettle, danger, will I pluck the flower, safety.
Now out of this nettle, danger, will I pluck the flower, safety.
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.
