William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
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.
Still harping on my daughter.
Still harping on my daughter.
What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted.
What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted.
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?
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?
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.
So may the outward shows be least themselves;
The world is still deceived with ornament.
So may the outward shows be least themselves;
The world is still deceived with ornament.
And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
Making the hard way sweet and delectable.
And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
Making the hard way sweet and delectable.
A fool's bolt is soon shot.
A fool's bolt is soon shot.
