William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
Making the hard way sweet and delectable.
And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
Making the hard way sweet and delectable.
Still harping on my daughter.
Still harping on my daughter.
Revenge and wrong bring forth their kind;
The foul cubs like their parents are.
Revenge and wrong bring forth their kind;
The foul cubs like their parents are.
'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.
I will be correspondent to command.
I will be correspondent to command.
More mild, but yet more harmful; kind in hatred.
More mild, but yet more harmful; kind in hatred.
What! upon compulsion? No!
What! upon compulsion? No!
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest.
Turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest.
