William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum.
Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum.
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.
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.
Give me the ocular proof.
Give me the ocular proof.
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth,
Contagious blastments are are most imminent.
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth,
Contagious blastments are are most imminent.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow.
One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.
Yet gold all is not that doth golden seem.
Yet gold all is not that doth golden seem.
What a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin
than Dobbin my thill-horse has read more
What a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin
than Dobbin my thill-horse has on his tail.
