William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.
Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.
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.
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all.
Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all.
Still harping on my daughter.
Still harping on my daughter.
She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
And I loved her for having pitied them.
She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
And I loved her for having pitied them.
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.
For night owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.
For night owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.
Turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest.
Turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep,
And in his simple show he harbors treason.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep,
And in his simple show he harbors treason.
