William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
The hair that covers the wit is more than the wit, for the
greater hides the less.
The hair that covers the wit is more than the wit, for the
greater hides the less.
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
Her very silence, and her patience,
Speak to the people, and they pity her.
Her very silence, and her patience,
Speak to the people, and they pity her.
Confusion's cure lives not
In these confusions.
Confusion's cure lives not
In these confusions.
Nothing can come of nothing.
Nothing can come of nothing.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;
'Tis just the fashion. Wherefore do you look
Upon that read more
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;
'Tis just the fashion. Wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
What our contempts do often hurl from us,
We wish it ours again.
What our contempts do often hurl from us,
We wish it ours again.
