William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
O I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part, sir,
of myself, and what remains is read more
O I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part, sir,
of myself, and what remains is bestial.
The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope:
I have hope to live, and am prepared read more
The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope:
I have hope to live, and am prepared to die.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
Next, your read more
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
Next, your son gone, and he most violent author
Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers
For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly
In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia
Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts;
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from France,
Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
Wherein necessity, of matter beggared,
Will nothing stick our person to arraign
In ear and ear.
Trifles light as air
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.
Trifles light as air
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.
The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.
The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.
Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still;
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still;
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
In poison there is no physic.
In poison there is no physic.
O how full of briars is this working-day world.
O how full of briars is this working-day world.
Be stirring as the time, be fire with fire;
Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow
Of read more
Be stirring as the time, be fire with fire;
Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow
Of bragging horror.
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
