William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
Sounds ever read more
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Rememb'red tolling a departing friend.
I pardon him as God shall pardon me.
I pardon him as God shall pardon me.
You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
This was the noblest Roman of them all.
All the conspirators save only he
Did that they read more
This was the noblest Roman of them all.
All the conspirators save only he
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He, only in a general honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
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For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin?
Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of
his mistress. Your diet read more
Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of
his mistress. Your diet shall be in all places alike; make not a
City feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the
first place; sit, sit. The gods require our thanks.
It had a dying fall;
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes read more
It had a dying fall;
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odor.
I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.
I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.
I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
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.
