William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
The ides of March are come.
The ides of March are come.
With these shreds
They vented their complainings, which being answered
And a petition granted them, a strange read more
With these shreds
They vented their complainings, which being answered
And a petition granted them, a strange one,
To break the heart of generosity,
And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps
As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon,
Shouting their emulation.
You are an alchemist; make gold of that.
You are an alchemist; make gold of that.
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.
Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.
Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.
For I can raise no money by vile means.
For I can raise no money by vile means.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
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.
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'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.