William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Every man can master a grief but he that has it.
Every man can master a grief but he that has it.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
A Daniel still say I, a second Daniel!
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.
A Daniel still say I, a second Daniel!
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults.
Wise men ne'er wail their present woes.
Wise men ne'er wail their present woes.
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.
Nought so vile, that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good cloth give.
Nought so vile, that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good cloth give.
I follow him, to serve my turn upon him.
I follow him, to serve my turn upon him.
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied read more
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
