William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
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She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
And she will sing the song that pleaseth you
And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep,
Charming your brood with pleasing heaviness,
Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep
As is the difference betwixt day and night
The hour before the heavenly-harnessed team
Begins his golden progress in the east.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Unless experience be a jewel. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Unless experience be a jewel. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
May be he is not well.
Infirmity doth neglect all office
Whereto our health is bound.
May be he is not well.
Infirmity doth neglect all office
Whereto our health is bound.
So cowards fight when they can fly no further;
So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons;
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So cowards fight when they can fly no further;
So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons;
So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,
Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.
Fare you well, my lord, and believe this of me: there can be no
kernel in this light nut; read more
Fare you well, my lord, and believe this of me: there can be no
kernel in this light nut; the soul of this man is his clothes.
Trust him not in matter of heavy consequence.
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.
His eye begets occasion for his wit;
For every object that the one doth catch
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His eye begets occasion for his wit;
For every object that the one doth catch
The other turns to a mirth-moving jest,
Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor,
Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
That aged ears play truant at his tales,
And younger hearings are quite ravished,
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
O, my lord,
You said that idle weeds are fast in growth:
The prince my brother hath read more
O, my lord,
You said that idle weeds are fast in growth:
The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.
That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.
That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.
