William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
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.
Such men as he be never at heart's ease
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
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Such men as he be never at heart's ease
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
And therefore are they very dangerous.
There are grades of vanity, there are only grades of ability in
concealing it.
There are grades of vanity, there are only grades of ability in
concealing it.
Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.
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.
O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face!
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face!
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
I pardon him as God shall pardon me.
I pardon him as God shall pardon me.
Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.
Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.
Nay, but do so then; and look you, he may come and go between you
both; and in any read more
Nay, but do so then; and look you, he may come and go between you
both; and in any case have a nay-word, that you may know one
another's mind, and the boy never need to understand anything;
for 'tis not good that children should know any wickedness. Old
folks, you know, have discretion, as they say, and know the
world.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than read more
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
