William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?
O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?
All the stored vengeances of heaven fall
On her ingrateful top!
All the stored vengeances of heaven fall
On her ingrateful top!
Ram thou fruitful tidings in mine ears,
That long time have been barren.
Ram thou fruitful tidings in mine ears,
That long time have been barren.
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks.
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks.
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine. -Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5.
A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine. -Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5.
I never knew so young a body with so old a head. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I never knew so young a body with so old a head. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so;
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so;
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
But in this point
All his tricks founder and he brings his physic
After his patient's death: read more
But in this point
All his tricks founder and he brings his physic
After his patient's death: the king already
Hath married the fair lady.
But then I sigh, and, with a piece of Scripture,
Tell them that Gods bids us do good for read more
But then I sigh, and, with a piece of Scripture,
Tell them that Gods bids us do good for evil:
And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ,
And seems a saint, when most I play the devil.
