William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
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.
Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God,
My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.
Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God,
My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.'
Flatter read more
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.'
Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces;
Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces.
That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Let fancy still in my sense in Lethe steep;
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
Let fancy still in my sense in Lethe steep;
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an
ordinary man has.
Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an
ordinary man has.
Thou art the Mars of malcontents. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
Thou art the Mars of malcontents. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
I have offended reputation,
A most unnoble swerving.
I have offended reputation,
A most unnoble swerving.
Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
So study evermore is overshot.
While it doth study to have what it would,
It doth forget read more
So study evermore is overshot.
While it doth study to have what it would,
It doth forget to do the thing it should;
And when it hath the thing it hunteth most,
'Tis won as towns with fire; so won, so lost.
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in read more
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.
