William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his substance, not of ornament.
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Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his substance, not of ornament.
They are but beggars that can count their worth;
But my true love is grown to such excess
I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
Not that I have the power to clutch my hand
When his fair angels would salute by palm,
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Not that I have the power to clutch my hand
When his fair angels would salute by palm,
But for my hand, as unattempted yet,
Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail
And say there is no sin but to be rich;
And being rich, my virtue then shall be
To say there is no vice but beggary.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky read more
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. read more
I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!
Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!
At Christmas I no more desire a rose,
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows;
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At Christmas I no more desire a rose,
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
Unkindness may do much;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love.
Unkindness may do much;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love.
Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
Her heart inform her tongue--the swan's down-feather
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Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
Her heart inform her tongue--the swan's down-feather
That stands upon the swell at full of tide,
And neither way inclines.
The gentleman is not in your books. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
The gentleman is not in your books. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
Would he were fatter! But I fear him not.
Yet if my name were liable to fear,
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Would he were fatter! But I fear him not.
Yet if my name were liable to fear,
I do not know the man I should avoid
So soon as that spare Cassius.
