William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their bud.
Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their bud.
Omittance is no quittance.
Omittance is no quittance.
What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
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I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil.
I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.
I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
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Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
