William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
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.
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.
Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man
Still to remember wrongs?
Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man
Still to remember wrongs?
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.
What our contempts do often hurl from us,
We wish it ours again.
What our contempts do often hurl from us,
We wish it ours again.
In the end truth will out.
In the end truth will out.
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.
What an alteration of honour has
Desperate want made!
What an alteration of honour has
Desperate want made!
If half thy outward graces had been placed
About the thoughts and counsels of thy heart.
If half thy outward graces had been placed
About the thoughts and counsels of thy heart.
