William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
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.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall
All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more read more
All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.
I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.
So soon as ever thou seest him, draw; and as thou draw'st, swear
horrible; for it comes to pass read more
So soon as ever thou seest him, draw; and as thou draw'st, swear
horrible; for it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a
swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more
approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.
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?
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
Than can read more
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers
Armed in proof and led by shallow Richmond.
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
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each read more
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
O, this life
Is nobler than attending for a check,
Richer than doing nothing for a robe,
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O, this life
Is nobler than attending for a check,
Richer than doing nothing for a robe,
Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk:
Such pain the cap of him that makes him fine
Yet keeps his book uncrossed.
