William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Springes to catch woodcocks.
Springes to catch woodcocks.
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.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
Tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than their years.
Tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than their years.
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
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For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
Honesty's a fool
And loses that it works for.
Honesty's a fool
And loses that it works for.
Oh what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Oh what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Let me play the fool;
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
Let me play the fool;
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
