William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
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.
A peace above all earthly dignities,
A still and quiet conscience.
A peace above all earthly dignities,
A still and quiet conscience.
Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire,
Begin it with weak straws.
Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire,
Begin it with weak straws.
When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks;
When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
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When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks;
When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
Untimely storms makes men expect a dearth.
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.
'Tis neither here nor there.
'Tis neither here nor there.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
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.
O how full of briars is this working-day world.
O how full of briars is this working-day world.
