William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently. For in the very read more
Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently. For in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say, whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge
That no king can corrupt.
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge
That no king can corrupt.
I see, the jewel best enamelled
Will lose his beauty; yet the gold bides still
That others read more
I see, the jewel best enamelled
Will lose his beauty; yet the gold bides still
That others touch, and often touching will
Wear gold; and no man that hath a name,
By falsehood and corruption doth it shame.
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.
A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
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A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets;
As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.
I see my reputation is at stake;
My fame is shrewdly gored.
I see my reputation is at stake;
My fame is shrewdly gored.
I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
Th' imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my read more
I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
Th' imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense.
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.
I tell you that which you yourselves do know,
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
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I tell you that which you yourselves do know,
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me.
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain
