William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar
Above the morning lark.
Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar
Above the morning lark.
Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's tongue shakes out
his master's undoing.
Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's tongue shakes out
his master's undoing.
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.
'T is not in the bond. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
'T is not in the bond. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. read more
Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves. -The Merchant of Venice. Act read more
Ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
Here's Agamemnon, an honest fellow enough, and one that loves
quails, but he has not so much brain as read more
Here's Agamemnon, an honest fellow enough, and one that loves
quails, but he has not so much brain as ear-wax; and the goodly
transformation of Jupiter there, his brother, the bull, the
primitive statue and oblique memorial of cockolds; a thrifty
shoeing-horn in a chain, hanging at his brother's leg, to what
form but that he is should wit larded with malice and malice
forced with wit turn him to? To an ass, were nothing; he is both
ass and ox: to an ox, were nothing; he is both ox and ass. To
be a dog, a mule, a cat, a fitchew, a toad, a lizard, an owl, a
puttock, or a herring without roe, I would not care; but to be
Memelaus! I would conspire against destiny.
Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
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Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.
I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell
And gave him what becomed love I might,
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I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell
And gave him what becomed love I might,
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.
