William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
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.
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious read more
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from human haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
He wants nothing of a god but eternity and a heaven to throne in.
He wants nothing of a god but eternity and a heaven to throne in.
This is a devil, and no monster. I will leave him; I have no
long spoon.
This is a devil, and no monster. I will leave him; I have no
long spoon.
Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Be it not in thy care. Go,
I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
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Be it not in thy care. Go,
I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.
I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than the years;
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I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than the years;
And should he doubt it, as no doubt he doth,
That I should open to the list'ning air
How many worthy princes' bloods were shed
To keep his bed of blackness unlaid ope,
To lop that doubt, he'll fill this land with arms
And make pretense of wrong that I have done him;
When all, for mine, if I may call offense,
Must feel war's blow, who spares not innocence;
Which love to all, of which thyself art one,
Who now reproved'st me for't--
More matter for a May morning.
More matter for a May morning.
His legs bestrid the ocean: his reared arm
Crested the world: his voice was propertied
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His legs bestrid the ocean: his reared arm
Crested the world: his voice was propertied
As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;
But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
He was as rattling thunder.
Bosom upon my counsel;
You'll find it wholesome.
Bosom upon my counsel;
You'll find it wholesome.
