William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
What then? What rests?
Try what repentance can. What can it not?
Yet what can it when read more
What then? What rests?
Try what repentance can. What can it not?
Yet what can it when one cannot repent?
O wretched state? O bosom black as death!
O limed soul, that struggling to be free
Art more engaged!
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part
I have saved my life.
The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part
I have saved my life.
Season your admiration for a while
With an attent ear. . . .
Season your admiration for a while
With an attent ear. . . .
O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?
O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?
In poison there is physic; and these news,
Having been well, that would have made me sick,
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In poison there is physic; and these news,
Having been well, that would have made me sick,
Being sick, have in some measure made me well.
No doubt they rose up early to observe
The rite of May; and, hearing our intent,
Came read more
No doubt they rose up early to observe
The rite of May; and, hearing our intent,
Came here in grace of our solemnity.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
When most I wink, then do my eyes best see
When most I wink, then do my eyes best see
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.
