William Shakespeare ( 8 of 368 )
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.
Will fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
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Will fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
She either gives a stomach and no food--
Such are the poor, in health--or else a feast
And takes away the stomach-- such are the rich,
That have abundance, and enjoy it not.
Fire that's closest kept, burns most of all.
Fire that's closest kept, burns most of all.
Then westward ho!
Grace and good disposition attend your ladyship.
Then westward ho!
Grace and good disposition attend your ladyship.
There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distill it out;
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There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distill it out;
For our bad neighbor makes us early stirrers,
Which is both healthful, and good husbandry.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind!
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind!
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells.
So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells.