William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I
Fluttered your Volscians in Corioles.
That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I
Fluttered your Volscians in Corioles.
Anger is like
A full hot horse, who being allowed his way,
Self-mettle tires him.
Anger is like
A full hot horse, who being allowed his way,
Self-mettle tires him.
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.
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.
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
Nothing can come of nothing.
Nothing can come of nothing.
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.
Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?
Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect
The thoughts of others.
Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect
The thoughts of others.
