William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the todpole, the
wall-newt and the water; that in the read more
Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the todpole, the
wall-newt and the water; that in the fury of his heart, when the
foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for sallets, swallows the old rat
and the ditch-dog, drinks the green mantle of the standing pool;
who is whipped from tithing to tithing, and stock-punished and
imprisoned; who hath had three suits to his back, six shirts to
his body,
Horse to ride, and weapon to wear,
But mice and rats, and such small deer,
Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
By bare imagination of a feast?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
By bare imagination of a feast?
Tempt not a desperate man.
Tempt not a desperate man.
Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst. -Troilus read more
Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst. -Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for read more
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
I think the King is but a man as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to read more
I think the King is but a man as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me.
They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly,
But bear-like I must fight the course.
They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly,
But bear-like I must fight the course.
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only
Which your disease requires.
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only
Which your disease requires.
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.
