William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.
I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.
Things at the worst will cease, or e'en climb upward
To what they were before.
Things at the worst will cease, or e'en climb upward
To what they were before.
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.
Ah! when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made.
Ah! when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made.
He that hath the grace of God, hath wealth enough.
He that hath the grace of God, hath wealth enough.
Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten silk.
Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten silk.
What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.
What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last read more
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
For emulation hath a thousand sons
That one by one pursue.
For emulation hath a thousand sons
That one by one pursue.
One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Turn giddy and be read more
One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Turn giddy and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish.
