William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
If you can look into the seeds of time
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
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If you can look into the seeds of time
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favors nor your hate.
Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,
I knit my handkercher about your brows--
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Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,
I knit my handkercher about your brows--
The best I had, a princess wrought it me--
And I did never ask it you again;
And with my hand at midnight held your head,
And like the watchful minutes to the hour,
Still and anon cheered up the heavy time,
Saying, 'What lack you?' and 'Where lies your grief?'
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason read more
Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents
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Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents
The armorers accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.
Yet 'tis greater skill
In a true hate to pray they have their will;
The very devils read more
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.
Had doting Priam checked his son's desire,
Troy had been bright with fame, and not with fire.
Had doting Priam checked his son's desire,
Troy had been bright with fame, and not with fire.
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.
