William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
I never resist temptation, because I have found that things that
are bad for me do not tempt me.
I never resist temptation, because I have found that things that
are bad for me do not tempt me.
My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest,
Out of hope of all but my share of read more
My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest,
Out of hope of all but my share of the feast.
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
Those he commands move only in command,
Nothing in live. Now does he feel his title
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Those he commands move only in command,
Nothing in live. Now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.
(Berowne:) What is the end of study, let me know?
(King:) What, that to know which else we should read more
(Berowne:) What is the end of study, let me know?
(King:) What, that to know which else we should not know.
(Berowne:) Things hid and barred, you mean, from common sense?
(King:) Ay, that is study's godlike recompense.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,—but not for love. -As You Like It. Act read more
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,—but not for love. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea read more
I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me,
Weary and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
Quenched in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon,
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But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
Quenched in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon,
And the imperial vot'ress passed on,
In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
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That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.
