William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man, that mocks at it, and sets it light.
For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man, that mocks at it, and sets it light.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.
The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
And is not careful what they mean thereby.
The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
And is not careful what they mean thereby.
The sweat of industry would dry and die,
But for the end it works to.
The sweat of industry would dry and die,
But for the end it works to.
The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
Sceptre and crown must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked read more
Sceptre and crown must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
We do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds read more
We do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy.
It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
'Tis meet
That noble minds keep ever with their likes:
For who so firm that cannot be read more
'Tis meet
That noble minds keep ever with their likes:
For who so firm that cannot be seduced?
