William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in holiday humor and like
enough to consent.
Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in holiday humor and like
enough to consent.
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.
A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.
Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.
Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.
Many a time and oft
Have you climbed up to walls and battlements,
To tow'rs and windows, read more
Many a time and oft
Have you climbed up to walls and battlements,
To tow'rs and windows, yea, to chimney tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
The livelong day, with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the read more
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Thou said'st--O, it comes o'er my memory
As doth the raven o'er the infected house,
Boding to read more
Thou said'st--O, it comes o'er my memory
As doth the raven o'er the infected house,
Boding to all!--He had my handkerchief.
There is no vice so simple but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
There is no vice so simple but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.
O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple. -The Two read more
O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1.
