William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
O Ceremony, show me but thy worth?
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else read more
O Ceremony, show me but thy worth?
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,
Creating awe and fear in other men?
Can one desire too much of a good thing? -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Can one desire too much of a good thing? -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Nor to one place. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Nor to one place. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
On Tuesday last
A falcon, now tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl read more
On Tuesday last
A falcon, now tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender read more
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have: And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter: that read more
Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter: that when he speaks, The air, a chartered libertine, is still. -King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1.
Villain and he be many miles asunder.
Villain and he be many miles asunder.
Tetchy and wayward. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Tetchy and wayward. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.
My desolation does begin to make
A better life.
My desolation does begin to make
A better life.
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2.
