William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
By that sin fell the angels.
By that sin fell the angels.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.
By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.
By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.
Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.
We may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running.
We may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running.
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?
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.
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.
How poor are they that have not patience!
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
How poor are they that have not patience!
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
