William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
As the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
As the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing.
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
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Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing.
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder.
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder.
Sceptre and crown must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
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Sceptre and crown must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Springes to catch woodcocks.
Springes to catch woodcocks.
To climb steep hills
Requires slow pace at first.
To climb steep hills
Requires slow pace at first.
Tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than their years.
Tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than their years.
Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel.
Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel.
More mild, but yet more harmful; kind in hatred.
More mild, but yet more harmful; kind in hatred.
'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
