William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs.
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs.
If music be the food of love, play on.
If music be the food of love, play on.
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.
This even-handed justice
Commends th' ingredience of our poisoned chalice
To our own lips.
This even-handed justice
Commends th' ingredience of our poisoned chalice
To our own lips.
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.
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.
Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?
Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?
