William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
How many cowards whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
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How many cowards whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars,
Who inward searched, have livers white as milk!
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
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Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
The shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.
The shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.
Dull not device by coldness and delay.
Dull not device by coldness and delay.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man, that mocks at it, and sets it light.
For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man, that mocks at it, and sets it light.
Wisely, I say, I am a bachelor.
Wisely, I say, I am a bachelor.
And wer't not madness then
To make the fox surveyor of the fold.
And wer't not madness then
To make the fox surveyor of the fold.
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.
Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
