William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
O how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
O how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop read more
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.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
And we must take the current when it serves;
Or lose our ventures.
And we must take the current when it serves;
Or lose our ventures.
Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten silk.
Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten silk.
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.
Trust not him that hath once broken faith.
Trust not him that hath once broken faith.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have
greatness thrust upon 'em.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have
greatness thrust upon 'em.
Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their bud.
Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their bud.
By that sin fell the angels.
By that sin fell the angels.
