William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Why, that's spoken like an honest drovier. So they sell
bullocks.
Why, that's spoken like an honest drovier. So they sell
bullocks.
When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. -King John. Act iii. Sc. read more
When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad read more
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught.
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.
He that is well paid is well satisfied.
He that is well paid is well satisfied.
Here's Agamemnon, an honest fellow enough, and one that loves
quails, but he has not so much brain as read more
Here's Agamemnon, an honest fellow enough, and one that loves
quails, but he has not so much brain as ear-wax; and the goodly
transformation of Jupiter there, his brother, the bull, the
primitive statue and oblique memorial of cockolds; a thrifty
shoeing-horn in a chain, hanging at his brother's leg, to what
form but that he is should wit larded with malice and malice
forced with wit turn him to? To an ass, were nothing; he is both
ass and ox: to an ox, were nothing; he is both ox and ass. To
be a dog, a mule, a cat, a fitchew, a toad, a lizard, an owl, a
puttock, or a herring without roe, I would not care; but to be
Memelaus! I would conspire against destiny.
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
In my mind's eye, Horatio.
In my mind's eye, Horatio.
Methinks a father
Is at the nuptial of his son a guest
That best becomes the table.
Methinks a father
Is at the nuptial of his son a guest
That best becomes the table.
