William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
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.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all read more
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.
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.
And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends, stol'n out of holy writ,
And read more
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.
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.
An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate read more
But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire.
Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
