William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
All gold and silver rather turn to dirt,
An 'tis no better reckoned but of these
Who read more
All gold and silver rather turn to dirt,
An 'tis no better reckoned but of these
Who worship dirty gods.
O shame, where is thy blush?
O shame, where is thy blush?
And sleep in dull cold marble. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
And sleep in dull cold marble. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. -King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. -King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2.
No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner read more
No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 2.
Done to death by slanderous tongues. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 3.
Done to death by slanderous tongues. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 3.
Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse read more
Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry cock-a-diddle-dowe.
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry cock-a-diddle-dowe.
For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but read more
For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Friends, Romans countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
Friends, Romans countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
