William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.
Bosom upon my counsel;
You'll find it wholesome.
Bosom upon my counsel;
You'll find it wholesome.
The fire i' th' flint
Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame
Provokes itself and read more
The fire i' th' flint
Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame
Provokes itself and like the current flies
Each bound it chafes.
The gates of monarchs
Are arched so high that giants may jet through
And keep their impious read more
The gates of monarchs
Are arched so high that giants may jet through
And keep their impious turbans on without
Good morrow to the sun.
I have shot mine arrow o'er the house
And hurt my brother.
I have shot mine arrow o'er the house
And hurt my brother.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel
(Who had no doubt read more
O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel
(Who had no doubt some noble creature in her)
Dashed all to pieces! O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished!
Thou art a traitor.
Off with his head! Now by Saint Paul I swear
I will not read more
Thou art a traitor.
Off with his head! Now by Saint Paul I swear
I will not dine until I see the same.
The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have stopped;
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The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have stopped;
But I had not so much of man in me,
And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
