William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
(King Ferdinand:) In love, I hope--sweet fellowship in shame!
(Berowne:) One drunkard loves another of the name.
(King Ferdinand:) In love, I hope--sweet fellowship in shame!
(Berowne:) One drunkard loves another of the name.
And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,
Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her;
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And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,
Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her;
And, where I thought the remnant of mine age
Should have been cherished by her childlike duty,
I now am full resolved to take a wife
And turn her out to who will take her in.
For I am that way going to temptation,
Where prayers cross.
For I am that way going to temptation,
Where prayers cross.
The setting sun, and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
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The setting sun, and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
The Retort Courteous;… the Quip Modest;… the Reply Churlish;… the Reproof Valiant;… the Countercheck Quarrelsome;… the Lie with Circumstance;… the read more
The Retort Courteous;… the Quip Modest;… the Reply Churlish;… the Reproof Valiant;… the Countercheck Quarrelsome;… the Lie with Circumstance;… the Lie Direct. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.
The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.
The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.
And truly, I'll devise some honest slanders
To stain my cousin with. One doth not know
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And truly, I'll devise some honest slanders
To stain my cousin with. One doth not know
How much an ill word may empoison liking.
Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent
lamb should be made parchment? that read more
Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent
lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled
o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings, but I say 'tis
the bee's wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was
never mind own man since.
