William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting read more
Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
Take all the swift advantage of the hours.
Take all the swift advantage of the hours.
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.
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.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together;
our virtues would be proud read more
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together;
our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not, and
our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our
virtues.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
The web of life is of mingled yarn, good and ill together.
The web of life is of mingled yarn, good and ill together.
How far that little candle throws its beams;
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
How far that little candle throws its beams;
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Diseases, desperate grown,
By desperate appliance are reliev'd,
Or not at all.
Diseases, desperate grown,
By desperate appliance are reliev'd,
Or not at all.
