William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. -King Richard III. Act i. read more
The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3.
This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.
This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.
There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murther in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds read more
There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murther in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell:.
Now good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!
Now good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!
He hath indeed better bettered expectation. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
He hath indeed better bettered expectation. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow
There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow
I do remember an apothecary,
And hereabouts 'a dwells, which late I noted
In tatt'red weeds, with read more
I do remember an apothecary,
And hereabouts 'a dwells, which late I noted
In tatt'red weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples. Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuffed, and other skins
Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses
Were thinly scattered, to make up a show.
There is a history in all men's lives,
Figuring the nature of the times deceased,
The which read more
There is a history in all men's lives,
Figuring the nature of the times deceased,
The which observed, a man may prophesy,
With a near aim, of the main chance of things
As yet not come to life, which in their seeds
And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
And I must minister the like to you.
When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
And I must minister the like to you.
Against self-slaughter
There is a prohibition so divine
That cravens my weak hand.
Against self-slaughter
There is a prohibition so divine
That cravens my weak hand.
