William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
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Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard.
It seems to me most strange that men should fear,
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
The bird that hath been limed in a bush
With trembling wing misdoubteth every bush.
The bird that hath been limed in a bush
With trembling wing misdoubteth every bush.
Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.
Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.
Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything. read more
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything. The wills above be
done, but I would fain die a dry death.
And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends, stol'n out of holy writ,
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And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends, stol'n out of holy writ,
And seem a saint when most I play the devil.
But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
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But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire.
An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
