William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.
What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted.
What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted.
How poor are they that have not patience!
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
How poor are they that have not patience!
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Every man can master a grief but he that has it.
Every man can master a grief but he that has it.
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;
'Tis just the fashion. Wherefore do you look
Upon that read more
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;
'Tis just the fashion. Wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
Love's mind of judgment rarely hath a taste:
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
Love's mind of judgment rarely hath a taste:
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
A Daniel still say I, a second Daniel!
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.
A Daniel still say I, a second Daniel!
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.
But this swift business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.
But this swift business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.
Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
