William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
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.
O Lorenzo,
If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife,
Become a Christian and thy loving read more
O Lorenzo,
If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife,
Become a Christian and thy loving wife!
I have had my labor for my travail; ill-thought-on of her, and
ill-thought-on of you; gone between and between, read more
I have had my labor for my travail; ill-thought-on of her, and
ill-thought-on of you; gone between and between, but small thanks
for my labor.
You, sir, I entertain for one of my hundred; only I do not like
the fashion of your garments.
You, sir, I entertain for one of my hundred; only I do not like
the fashion of your garments.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
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!
Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.
Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.
All furnished, all in arms;
All plum'd like estridges that with the wind
Bated like eagles having read more
All furnished, all in arms;
All plum'd like estridges that with the wind
Bated like eagles having lately bathed;
Glittering in golden coats like images;
As full of spirit as the month of May
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, by my faith, it very well becomes you.
Sorrow so royally read more
Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, by my faith, it very well becomes you.
Sorrow so royally in you appears
That I will deeply put the fashion on
And wear it in my heart.
When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven read more
When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
