William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
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.
Not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallowed house.
I am sent, with broom, before,
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Not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallowed house.
I am sent, with broom, before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
I will ask him for my place again: he shall tell me I am a
drunkard! Had I as read more
I will ask him for my place again: he shall tell me I am a
drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would
stop them all. To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and
presently a beast! O strange! Every inordinate cup is unblest,
and the ingredient is a devil.
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
What cracker is this same that deafs our ears
With this abundance of superfluous breath?
What cracker is this same that deafs our ears
With this abundance of superfluous breath?
Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.
Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.
I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart; but
the saying is true, read more
I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart; but
the saying is true, 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.'
Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for
thoughts.
Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for
thoughts.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;The valiant never taste of death but once.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;The valiant never taste of death but once.
The ides of March are come.
The ides of March are come.
