William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
The golden age is before us, not behind us.
The golden age is before us, not behind us.
I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth,
forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it read more
I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth,
forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily
with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me
a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look
you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof
fretted with golden fire--why, it appeareth nothing to me but a
foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night--
Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about
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My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night--
Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about
The other four in wondrous motion.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,rnAnd therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,rnAnd therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their read more
The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their read more
All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
We are not ourselves
When nature, being oppressed, commands the mind
To suffer with the body.
We are not ourselves
When nature, being oppressed, commands the mind
To suffer with the body.
