William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
But jealous souls will not be answered so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
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But jealous souls will not be answered so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
But jealous for they're jealous.
'Tis a monster
Begot upon itself, born on itself.
All the stored vengeances of heaven fall
On her ingrateful top!
All the stored vengeances of heaven fall
On her ingrateful top!
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
Like a dull actor now,
I have forgot my part, and I am out,
Even to a read more
Like a dull actor now,
I have forgot my part, and I am out,
Even to a full disgrace.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
It had a dying fall;
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
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It had a dying fall;
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odor.
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.
They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. -The Merchant of Venice. Act read more
They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
The mercy that was quick in us but late,
By your own counsel is suppressed and killed.
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The mercy that was quick in us but late,
By your own counsel is suppressed and killed.
You must not dare for shame to talk of mercy;
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms
As dogs upon their masters, worrying you.
Therefore I say again
I utterly abhor, yea, from my soul
Refuse you for my judge, whom read more
Therefore I say again
I utterly abhor, yea, from my soul
Refuse you for my judge, whom yet once more
I hold my most malicious for and think not
At all a friend to truth.
