William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
My heart is ever at your service, my lord.
My heart is ever at your service, my lord.
Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine read more
Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'
Like the poor cat i' th' adage?
I have heard
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Doth with his lofty and read more
I have heard
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of the day, and at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
Th' extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine; and of the truth herein
This present object made probation.
Had she been light, like you,
Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
She might ha' been read more
Had she been light, like you,
Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
She might ha' been a grandam ere she died;
And so may you, for a light heart lives long.
For the poor wren
(The most diminutive of birds) will fight,
Her young ones in her nest, read more
For the poor wren
(The most diminutive of birds) will fight,
Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. -King John. Act v. Sc. read more
This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
He makes a July's day short as December,
And with his varying childness cures in me
Thoughts read more
He makes a July's day short as December,
And with his varying childness cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.
He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. -King Henry VIII. read more
He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
'T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in read more
'T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow. -King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 3.
To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast Fits a dull fighter and a keen read more
To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2.