William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told;
Many a man his life read more
All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told;
Many a man his life hath sold;
But my outside to behold.
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.
O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. -Measure read more
O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me read more
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
In the twinkling of an eye. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
In the twinkling of an eye. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
Why should a man whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? -The Merchant of Venice. read more
Why should a man whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for
lovers, lacking--God warn us!--matter, the cleanliest shift read more
Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for
lovers, lacking--God warn us!--matter, the cleanliest shift is to
kiss.
The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance.
The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance.
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.
