William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
Death my lord,
Their clothes are after such a pagan cut to 't
That sure th' have read more
Death my lord,
Their clothes are after such a pagan cut to 't
That sure th' have worn out Christendom.
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stol'n,
Let him not know't, and he's not robbed at all.
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stol'n,
Let him not know't, and he's not robbed at all.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
Bosom upon my counsel;
You'll find it wholesome.
Bosom upon my counsel;
You'll find it wholesome.
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.
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.
To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.
That it should come to this,
But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two,
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That it should come to this,
But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two,
So excellent a king, that was to this
Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth,
Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on, and yet within a month--
Let me not think on't; frailty, thy name is woman--
A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she followed my poor father's body
Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she--
O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason
Would have mourned longer--married with my uncle,
My father's brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules.
You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant!
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
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You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant!
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true as steel.
