William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
More mild, but yet more harmful; kind in hatred.
More mild, but yet more harmful; kind in hatred.
Lay her in the earth,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring.
Lay her in the earth,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring.
A fool's bolt is soon shot.
A fool's bolt is soon shot.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind.
Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind.
What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.
What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.
What! upon compulsion? No!
What! upon compulsion? No!
Fear not the future, weep not for the past.
Fear not the future, weep not for the past.
