William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
I do not like 'but yet, it does allay
The good precedence: fie upon 'but yet,'
'But read more
I do not like 'but yet, it does allay
The good precedence: fie upon 'but yet,'
'But yet' is as a jailer to bring forth
Some monstrous malefactor.
A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine. -Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5.
A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine. -Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5.
Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it. read more
Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
Do villainy, do, since you protest to do't,
Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery:
The sun's read more
Do villainy, do, since you protest to do't,
Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery:
The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun;
The sea's a thief, whose liquid surges resolves
The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stol'n
From gen'ral excrement.
And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as
if I borrowed mine oaths of him read more
And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as
if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my
pleasure.
The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.
The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.
There's something in't
More than my father's skill, which was the great'st
Of his profession, that his read more
There's something in't
More than my father's skill, which was the great'st
Of his profession, that his good receipt
Shall for my legacy be sanctified
By th' luckiest stars in heaven; and would your honor
But give me leave to thy success, I'd venture
The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure
By such a day and hour.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look.
My free drift
Halts not particularly, but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax; no levelled read more
My free drift
Halts not particularly, but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax; no levelled malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold,
But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,
Leaving no tract behind.
