William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Love is a spirit of all compact of fire.
Love is a spirit of all compact of fire.
In honest plainness thou hast heard me say
My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness,
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In honest plainness thou hast heard me say
My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness,
Being full of supper and distemp'ring draughts,
Upon malicious knavery does thou come
To start my quiet.
If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good
play needs no epilogue.
If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good
play needs no epilogue.
Man delights not me--nor woman neither, though, by your smiling
you seem to say so.
Man delights not me--nor woman neither, though, by your smiling
you seem to say so.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, read more
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Yet 'tis greater skill
In a true hate to pray they have their will;
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Yet 'tis greater skill
In a true hate to pray they have their will;
The very devils cannot plague them better.
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. -Much Ado read more
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
In that day's feats,
When he might act the woman in the scene,
He prov'd best man read more
In that day's feats,
When he might act the woman in the scene,
He prov'd best man i' th' field, and for his meed
Was brow-bound with the oak.
The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.
The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.
Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth,
With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks,
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Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth,
With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks,
Turn all her mother's pains and benefits
To laughter and contempt, that she may feel
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child.
