William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Lay her in the earth,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring.
Lay her in the earth,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring.
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at read more
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all.
Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman.
Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman.
O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop!
O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop!
I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop read more
I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again.
Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect
The thoughts of others.
Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect
The thoughts of others.
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught:
Our sweetest songs are those which tell of saddest read more
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught:
Our sweetest songs are those which tell of saddest thought.
Great men have reaching hands.
Great men have reaching hands.
And maidens call it--Love in idleness.
And maidens call it--Love in idleness.
