William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking.
I shall be out of heart shortly, read more
Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking.
I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no
strength to repent.
Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that
supplants us all in the long read more
Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that
supplants us all in the long run.
Those he commands move only in command,
Nothing in live. Now does he feel his title
Hang read more
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.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in read more
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
What then? What rests?
Try what repentance can. What can it not?
Yet what can it when read more
What then? What rests?
Try what repentance can. What can it not?
Yet what can it when one cannot repent?
O wretched state? O bosom black as death!
O limed soul, that struggling to be free
Art more engaged!
Prithee, friend,
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and the bad together: read more
Prithee, friend,
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and the bad together: he's friends with Caesar,
In state of health, thou say'st, and thou say'st, free.
There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very
gesture.
There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very
gesture.
I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of
discretion, and I will right myself like read more
I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of
discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.
I tell you that which you yourselves do know,
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
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I tell you that which you yourselves do know,
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me.
These violent delights have violent ends.
These violent delights have violent ends.
