William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your
tutor. Suit the action to the word, read more
Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your
tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with
this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of
nature.
The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.
O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of
myself, and what remains is bestial. read more
O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of
myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation, Iago, my
reputation!
I prithee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy
tidings.
I prithee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy
tidings.
With this there grows
In my most ill-compos'd affection such
A stanchless avarice that, were I King,
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With this there grows
In my most ill-compos'd affection such
A stanchless avarice that, were I King,
I should cut off the nobles for their lands,
Desire his jewels, and this other's house,
And my more-having would be as a sauce
To make me hunger more, that I should forge
Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,
Destroying them for wealth.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It read more
The quality of mercy is not strain'd; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
The prince of darkness is a gentleman
The prince of darkness is a gentleman
I'll never
Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand
As is a man were author read more
I'll never
Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand
As is a man were author of himself
And knew no other kin.
