William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil.
Springes to catch woodcocks.
Springes to catch woodcocks.
Thus the whirligig of time
Brings in his revenges.
Thus the whirligig of time
Brings in his revenges.
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.
Some falls the means are happier to rise.
Some falls the means are happier to rise.
I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.
I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
To have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery.
To have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery.
Whose nature is so far from doing harms,
That he suspects none.
Whose nature is so far from doing harms,
That he suspects none.
