William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Thou whoreson zed, thou unnecessary letter!
Thou whoreson zed, thou unnecessary letter!
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
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Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, read more
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.
Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.
You souls of geese,
That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
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You souls of geese,
That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
From slaves that apes would men!
Custom will reconcile people to any atrocity; and fashion will
drive them to acquire any custom.
Custom will reconcile people to any atrocity; and fashion will
drive them to acquire any custom.
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.
(Cloten:) Thou villain base,
Know'st me not by my clothes?
(Guiderius:) No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
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(Cloten:) Thou villain base,
Know'st me not by my clothes?
(Guiderius:) No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
Who is thy grandfather. He made those clothes,
Which, as it seems, make thee.
