William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
You rub the sore
When you should bring the plaster!
You rub the sore
When you should bring the plaster!
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.
The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.
Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.
Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.
Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.
So may the outward shows be least themselves;
The world is still deceived with ornament.
In law, read more
So may the outward shows be least themselves;
The world is still deceived with ornament.
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt
But being seasoned with a gracious voice,
Obscures the show of evil? In religion,
What damned error but some sober brow
Will bless it and approve it with a text,
Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.
In poison there is no physic.
In poison there is no physic.
