William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under read more
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
What! upon compulsion? No!
What! upon compulsion? No!
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name
would smell as sweet.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name
would smell as sweet.
Turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest.
Turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest.
Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.
Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear,
That things ill got had ever bad success?
But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear,
That things ill got had ever bad success?
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
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.
Confusion's cure lives not
In these confusions.
Confusion's cure lives not
In these confusions.
