William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
For there's no motion
That tends to vice in man, but I affirm
It is the woman's read more
For there's no motion
That tends to vice in man, but I affirm
It is the woman's part.
The web of life is of mingled yarn, good and ill together.
The web of life is of mingled yarn, good and ill together.
There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.
There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.
I hate ingratitude more in man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.
I hate ingratitude more in man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.
Loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
Loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on,
And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on,
And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.
Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
And with a virtuous vizor hide deep vice!
Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
And with a virtuous vizor hide deep vice!
O, that men's ears should be
To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!
O, that men's ears should be
To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!
Weeds are shallow-rooted,
Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden,
And choke the herbs for want read more
Weeds are shallow-rooted,
Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden,
And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
O let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks!
O let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks!
