William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Rumor is a pipe
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures,
And of so easy and so plain a read more
Rumor is a pipe
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures,
And of so easy and so plain a stop
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
The still-discordant wavering multitude,
Can play upon it.
This night I hold an old accustomed feast,
Whereto I have invited many a guest,
Such as read more
This night I hold an old accustomed feast,
Whereto I have invited many a guest,
Such as I love; and you among the store,
One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? . . . And the
creature run from the read more
Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? . . . And the
creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the great
image of authority--a dog's obeyed in office.
But thou know'st this,
'Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
But thou know'st this,
'Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
In delay there lies no plenty.
In delay there lies no plenty.
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
Thy deathbed is no lesser than thy land,
Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;
And thou, too read more
Thy deathbed is no lesser than thy land,
Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;
And thou, too careless patient as thou art,
Committ'st thy anointed body to the cure
Of those physicians that first wounded thee.
Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay. Good hay,
sweet hay, hath no fellow.
Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay. Good hay,
sweet hay, hath no fellow.
These earthly godfathers of heaven's light,
That give a name to every fixed star,
Have no more read more
These earthly godfathers of heaven's light,
That give a name to every fixed star,
Have no more profit of their shining nights
Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving read more
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.
