William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
'Tis too much proved,--that with devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
'Tis too much proved,--that with devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.
Her pretty action did outsell her gift,
And yet enriched it too. She gave it me and said
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Her pretty action did outsell her gift,
And yet enriched it too. She gave it me and said
She prized it once.
The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.
The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.
Still harping on my daughter.
Still harping on my daughter.
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape
calumny.
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape
calumny.
It so falls out
That what we have we prize not to the worth
Whiles we enjoy read more
It so falls out
That what we have we prize not to the worth
Whiles we enjoy it; but being lacked and lost,
Why, then we rack the value.
One heat another heat expels.
One heat another heat expels.
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye.
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.
