William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Craft against vice I must apply.
Craft against vice I must apply.
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without
merit and lost without deserving.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without
merit and lost without deserving.
That in the captain's but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
That in the captain's but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious read more
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
Next, your read more
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
Next, your son gone, and he most violent author
Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers
For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly
In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia
Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts;
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from France,
Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
Wherein necessity, of matter beggared,
Will nothing stick our person to arraign
In ear and ear.
One sorrow never comes but brings an heir,
That may succeed as his inheritor;
And so in read more
One sorrow never comes but brings an heir,
That may succeed as his inheritor;
And so in ours, some neighboring nation,
Taking advantage of our misery,
Hath stuffed the hollow vessels with their power,
To beat us down, the which are down already;
And make a conquest of unhappy,
Whereas no glory 's got to overcome.
I must be cruel only to be kind.
I must be cruel only to be kind.
