William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.
If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Discomfort guides my tongue
And bids me speak of nothing but despair.
Discomfort guides my tongue
And bids me speak of nothing but despair.
Oh, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer!
Oh, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer!
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet
again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping!
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet
again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping!
Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
The table round.
Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
The table round.
The miserable hath no other medicine but only hope
The miserable hath no other medicine but only hope
It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation read more
It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh.
And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous.
By'r Lady, read more
Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh.
And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous.
By'r Lady, he is a good musician.
