William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
He was not born to shame.
Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;
For 'tis a read more
He was not born to shame.
Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;
For 'tis a throne where honor may be crowned
Sole monarch of the universal earth.
Now my soul hath elbow-room. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
Now my soul hath elbow-room. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. -All 's Well that Ends Well. read more
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine:
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,
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Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine:
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,
Whose weakness married to thy stronger state
Makes with me thy strength to communicate.
If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,
Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss;
Who all for want of pruning, with intrusion
Infect thy sap and live on thy confusion.
Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
It is spoke as a Christians ought to speak.
It is spoke as a Christians ought to speak.
That reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. read more
That reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot; read more
And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning;
One pain is less'ned by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, read more
Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning;
One pain is less'ned by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish.
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
