William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Confusion's cure lives not
In these confusions.
Confusion's cure lives not
In these confusions.
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.
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.
Every man can master a grief but he that has it.
Every man can master a grief but he that has it.
What an alteration of honour has
Desperate want made!
What an alteration of honour has
Desperate want made!
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.
What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted.
What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted.
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.
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.
