William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man, that mocks at it, and sets it light.
For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man, that mocks at it, and sets it light.
Great men have reaching hands.
Great men have reaching hands.
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
And with them words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich.
And with them words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich.
Preferment goes by letter and affection,
And not by old gradation, where each second
Stood heir to read more
Preferment goes by letter and affection,
And not by old gradation, where each second
Stood heir to th's first.
But man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,--
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
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But man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,--
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep.
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
But that's read more
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.
I am sure care's an enemy to life.
I am sure care's an enemy to life.
Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing.
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
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Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing.
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.
A little more than kin, and less than kind!
A little more than kin, and less than kind!
