William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
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?
A woman that is like a German clock,
Still a-repairing, ever out of frame,
And never going read more
A woman that is like a German clock,
Still a-repairing, ever out of frame,
And never going aright, being a watch,
But being watched that it may still go right!
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.
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?
O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel
(Who had no doubt read more
O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel
(Who had no doubt some noble creature in her)
Dashed all to pieces! O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished!
But when I came, alas, to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering read more
But when I came, alas, to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.
Lord, what fools these mortals be.
Lord, what fools these mortals be.
To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
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To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to.
