William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
It adds a precious seeing to the eye. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
It adds a precious seeing to the eye. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors!
There is betwixt that smile read more
O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors!
There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick
in fortune, often the surfeits of read more
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick
in fortune, often the surfeits of our own behavior, we make
guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars; as if we
were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves,
thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance; drunkards,
liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary
influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on.
An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish
disposition on the charge of a star.
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.
A virtuous and a Christianlike conclusion--
To pray for them that have done scathe to us.
A virtuous and a Christianlike conclusion--
To pray for them that have done scathe to us.
What a case am I in. -As You Like It. Epilogue.
What a case am I in. -As You Like It. Epilogue.
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. read more
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.
Under your good correction, I have seen
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.
Under your good correction, I have seen
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.
He that keeps not crust nor crum
Weary of all, shall want some.
He that keeps not crust nor crum
Weary of all, shall want some.
