William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
From his cradle
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one,
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and read more
From his cradle
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one,
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading;
Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,
But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers.
Away; go. They say there is read more
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers.
Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in
nativity, chance, or death.
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.
Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook read more
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns.
The woosel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
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The woosel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill--
. . . .
The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
The plain-song cuckoo grey,
Whose note full many a man doth mark,
And dares not answer nay.
I do love
My country's good with a respect more tender,
More holy and profound, then mine read more
I do love
My country's good with a respect more tender,
More holy and profound, then mine own life,
My dear wife's estimate, her womb increase,
And treasure of my loins.
Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
