William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.
There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it read more
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
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A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.
You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,
Come hither from the furrow and be merry.
Make holiday: your read more
You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,
Come hither from the furrow and be merry.
Make holiday: your rye-straw hats put on,
And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
In country footing.
Before the curing of a strong disease,
Even in the instant of repair and health,
The fit read more
Before the curing of a strong disease,
Even in the instant of repair and health,
The fit is strongest. Evils that take leave,
On their departure most of all show evil.
A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
And blow it to the source from whence it came.
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A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
And blow it to the source from whence it came.
Thy very beams will dry those vapors up,
For every cloud engenders not a storm.
His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's read more
His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's power to thunder. -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The cankers of a calm world and a long peace. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2.
The cankers of a calm world and a long peace. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2.
