William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows read more
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
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.
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.
What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.
Oh what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Oh what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest.
Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.
Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.
Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
