William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. read more
Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I would the gods had made thee poetical. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I would the gods had made thee poetical. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Sick now? droop now? This sickness doth infect
The very lifeblood of our enterprise.
Sick now? droop now? This sickness doth infect
The very lifeblood of our enterprise.
Enough, with over-measure. -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Enough, with over-measure. -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Sir, my circumstances,
Being so near the truth as I will make them,
Must first induce you read more
Sir, my circumstances,
Being so near the truth as I will make them,
Must first induce you to believe; whose strength
I will confirm with oath, which I doubt not
You'll give me leave to spare when you shall find
You need it not.
Mad let us grant him them, and now remains
That we find out the cause of this effect--
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Mad let us grant him them, and now remains
That we find out the cause of this effect--
Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
For this effect defective comes by cause.
Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
Why, 'a stalks up and down like a peacock--a stride and a stand;
ruminates like an hostess that hath read more
Why, 'a stalks up and down like a peacock--a stride and a stand;
ruminates like an hostess that hath no arithmetic but her brain
to set down her reckoning; bites his lip with a politic regard,
as who should say, 'There were wit in this head an 'twould out';
and so there is, but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint,
which will not show without knocking.
When workmen strive to do better than well,
They do confound their skill in covetousness,
And oftentimes read more
When workmen strive to do better than well,
They do confound their skill in covetousness,
And oftentimes excusing of a fault
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse,
As patches set upon a little breach
Discredit more in hiding of the fault
Than did the fault before it was so patched.
