William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
How many things by season season'd are To their right praise and true perfection! -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. read more
How many things by season season'd are To their right praise and true perfection! -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Erroneous vassals! the great King of Kings
Hath in the table of his law commanded
That thou read more
Erroneous vassals! the great King of Kings
Hath in the table of his law commanded
That thou shalt do no murder. Will you then
Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's?
All the world's a stage, And all the men and merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And read more
All the world's a stage, And all the men and merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts....
Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
O, it is excellent to have a giant's strength, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.
O, it is excellent to have a giant's strength, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.
He doth entreat your grace, my noble lord,
To visit him to-morrow or next day:
He is read more
He doth entreat your grace, my noble lord,
To visit him to-morrow or next day:
He is within, with two right reverend fathers,
Divinely bent to meditation,
And in no worldly suits would he be moved
To draw him from his holy exercise.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
Methinks I am a prophet new inspired
And thus, expiring, do foretell of him:
His rash fierce read more
Methinks I am a prophet new inspired
And thus, expiring, do foretell of him:
His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,
For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
Small show'rs last long, but sudden storms are short;
He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
With eager feeding doth choke the feeder;
Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
