William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Oh what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Oh what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
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.
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.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
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.
Great men have reaching hands.
Great men have reaching hands.
The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb.
The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb.
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.
O, a kiss
Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!
Now, by the jealous queen of read more
O, a kiss
Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!
Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss
I carried from thee dear; and my true lip
Hath virgined it e'er since.
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.
