William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at read more
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all.
O how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
O how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
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.
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her read more
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
If half thy outward graces had been placed
About the thoughts and counsels of thy heart.
If half thy outward graces had been placed
About the thoughts and counsels of thy heart.
And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault,
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault,
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
Trust not him that hath once broken faith.
Trust not him that hath once broken faith.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
I follow him, to serve my turn upon him.
I follow him, to serve my turn upon him.
It is engendered in the eyes;
By gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it read more
It is engendered in the eyes;
By gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.
