William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
I never resist temptation, because I have found that things that
are bad for me do not tempt me.
I never resist temptation, because I have found that things that
are bad for me do not tempt me.
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of read more
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long,
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm.
So hallowed and so gracious is that time.
Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love.
Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love.
'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are read more
'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
And I must minister the like to you.
When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
And I must minister the like to you.
Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of
his mistress. Your diet read more
Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of
his mistress. Your diet shall be in all places alike; make not a
City feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the
first place; sit, sit. The gods require our thanks.
Can it be
That modesty may more betray our sense
Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough,
read more
Can it be
That modesty may more betray our sense
Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough,
Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary
And pitch our evils there?
Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
read more
Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.
I fear it is too choleric a meat.
How say you to a fat tripe finely broiled?
I fear it is too choleric a meat.
How say you to a fat tripe finely broiled?
He will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a color she
abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she read more
He will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a color she
abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; and he will
smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her
disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it
cannot but turn him into a notable contempt.
