William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Thou say'st his meat was sauced with thy upbradings;
Unquiet meals make ill digestions;
Thereof the raging read more
Thou say'st his meat was sauced with thy upbradings;
Unquiet meals make ill digestions;
Thereof the raging fire of fever bred.
Of moving accidents by flood and field.
Of moving accidents by flood and field.
So smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue
That, his apparent open guilt omitted--
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So smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue
That, his apparent open guilt omitted--
I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife--
He lived from all attainder of suspects.
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
Soft pity enters an iron gate.
Soft pity enters an iron gate.
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
There is no vice so simple but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
There is no vice so simple but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
Base is the slave that pays.
Base is the slave that pays.
Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn but I shall have my pocket
picked?
Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn but I shall have my pocket
picked?
He will give the devil his due.
He will give the devil his due.
