William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Read o'er this
And after, this, and then to breakfast with
What appetite you have.
Read o'er this
And after, this, and then to breakfast with
What appetite you have.
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
O that this too too sullied flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew,
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O that this too too sullied flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew,
Or that the Everlasting had not fixed
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter.
As long as there is a chance of the world getting through its
troubles, I hold that a reasonable read more
As long as there is a chance of the world getting through its
troubles, I hold that a reasonable man must behave as though he
were sure of it. If at the end your cheerfulness was not
justified, at any rate you will have been cheerful.
Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death read more
Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death to nature.
Many-headed multitude. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Many-headed multitude. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long. -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 1.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long. -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 1.
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.
Master, if you do, expect spoon-meat, or bespeak a long spoon.
Master, if you do, expect spoon-meat, or bespeak a long spoon.
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.
