William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Still harping on my daughter.
Still harping on my daughter.
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.
Revenge and wrong bring forth their kind;
The foul cubs like their parents are.
Revenge and wrong bring forth their kind;
The foul cubs like their parents are.
'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind.
Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind.
I will be correspondent to command.
I will be correspondent to command.
More mild, but yet more harmful; kind in hatred.
More mild, but yet more harmful; kind in hatred.
What! upon compulsion? No!
What! upon compulsion? No!
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on,
And turn again.
Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on,
And turn again.
