William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
All is well ended, if the suit be won.
All is well ended, if the suit be won.
Honesty's a fool
And loses that it works for.
Honesty's a fool
And loses that it works for.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not is our stars,
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Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not is our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
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.
Nought so vile, that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good cloth give.
Nought so vile, that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good cloth give.
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted.
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there,
Where most it promises.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there,
Where most it promises.
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
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She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
And wer't not madness then
To make the fox surveyor of the fold.
And wer't not madness then
To make the fox surveyor of the fold.
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.
