William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
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.
Question your grace the late ambassadors,
With what great state he heard their embassy,
How well supplied read more
Question your grace the late ambassadors,
With what great state he heard their embassy,
How well supplied with noble counsellors,
How modest in exception, and withal
How terrible in constant resolution,
And you shall find his vanities forespent
Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly;
As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots
That shall first spring and be most delicate.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,—but not for love. -As You Like It. Act read more
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,—but not for love. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Every true man's apparel fits your thief. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Every true man's apparel fits your thief. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
O, where is loyalty?
If it be banished from the frosty head,
Where shall it find a read more
O, where is loyalty?
If it be banished from the frosty head,
Where shall it find a harbor in the earth?
You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once--her smiles and tears
Were like, a better way: those read more
You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once--her smiles and tears
Were like, a better way: those happy smilets
That played on her ripe lip seemed not to know
What guests were in her eyes, which parted thence
As pearls from diamonds dropped.
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing read more
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
