William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
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.
Lay her in the earth,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring.
Lay her in the earth,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring.
More mild, but yet more harmful; kind in hatred.
More mild, but yet more harmful; kind in hatred.
'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.
What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.
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?
Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind.
Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
I will be correspondent to command.
I will be correspondent to command.
