William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;
For to deny each article with oath
Cannot remove nor read more
Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;
For to deny each article with oath
Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception
That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.
These signs have marked me extraordinary,
And all the courses of my life do show
I am read more
These signs have marked me extraordinary,
And all the courses of my life do show
I am not in the roll of common men.
It needs not nor it boots thee not, proud queen,
Unless the adage must be verified,
That read more
It needs not nor it boots thee not, proud queen,
Unless the adage must be verified,
That beggars mounted run their horse to death.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. read more
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.
Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? read more
Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3.
All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown.
Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.
All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown.
Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.
Who knows himself a braggart,
Let him fear this; for it will come to pass
That every read more
Who knows himself a braggart,
Let him fear this; for it will come to pass
That every braggart shall be found an ass.
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.
Do not swear at all;
Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the read more
Do not swear at all;
Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.
And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
