William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Our content
Is our best having.
Our content
Is our best having.
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.
O how full of briars is this working-day world.
O how full of briars is this working-day world.
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.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes ill deeds done.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes ill deeds done.
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.
The sense of death is most in apprehension.
The sense of death is most in apprehension.
Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short.
Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
