William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3.
A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.
Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand read more
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr! -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
His overthrow heaped happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found read more
His overthrow heaped happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little.
Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;
And in his needy shop read more
Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuffed, and other skins
Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses
Were thinly scattered, to make up a show.
You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant!
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true read more
You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant!
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true as steel.
I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I
know most faults.
I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I
know most faults.
Think you I bear the shears of destiny?
Have I commandment on the pulse of life?
Think you I bear the shears of destiny?
Have I commandment on the pulse of life?
Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was for read more
Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was for not being such a smile;
The smile mocking the sigh that it would fly
From so divine a temple to commix
With winds that sailors rail at.
