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.
Talkers are no good doers.
Talkers are no good doers.
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
The very rats
Instinctively had quit it.
The very rats
Instinctively had quit it.
'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
Yet gold all is not that doth golden seem.
Yet gold all is not that doth golden seem.
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.
Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath a wherefore.
Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath a wherefore.
'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you,
my lord fool, out of read more
'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you,
my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower,
safety.
Fear not the future, weep not for the past.
Fear not the future, weep not for the past.
