William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
O that men's ears should be
To counsel deaf but not to flattery!
O that men's ears should be
To counsel deaf but not to flattery!
Last night the very gods showed me a vision--
I fast and prayed for their intelligence--thus:
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Last night the very gods showed me a vision--
I fast and prayed for their intelligence--thus:
I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, winged
From the spongy south to this part of the west,
There vanished in the sunbeams; which portends,
Unless my sins abuse my divination,
Success to th' Roman host.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.
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.
Master, go on, and I will follow thee
To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.
Master, go on, and I will follow thee
To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.
Rumor doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the feared.
Rumor doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the feared.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come,
And let my liver rather heat with wine
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With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come,
And let my liver rather heat with wine
Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
It was the lark, the herald of the morn;
No nightingale.
It was the lark, the herald of the morn;
No nightingale.
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,
But poisoned flattery?
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,
But poisoned flattery?
