William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
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.
The golden age is before us, not behind us.
The golden age is before us, not behind us.
And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
Promising is the very air o' th' time; it opens the eyes of
expectation. Performance is ever duller for read more
Promising is the very air o' th' time; it opens the eyes of
expectation. Performance is ever duller for his act; and, but in
the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is
quite out of use. To promise is most courtly and fashionable;
performance is a kind of will or testament which argues a great
sickness in his judgment that makes it.
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.
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
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.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark
When neither is attended; and I think
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The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark
When neither is attended; and I think
The nightingale, if she should sing by day
When every goose is cackling, would be thought
No better a musician than the wren.
How many thing by season seasoned are
To their right praise and true perfection!
Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know
Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know
