William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
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.
For murder though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.
For murder though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.
'Tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve,
For daws to peck read more
'Tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve,
For daws to peck at.
I follow him, to serve my turn upon him.
I follow him, to serve my turn upon him.
In the end truth will out.
In the end truth will out.
Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man
Still to remember wrongs?
Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man
Still to remember wrongs?
What an alteration of honour has
Desperate want made!
What an alteration of honour has
Desperate want made!
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.
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.
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.
