William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is,
To have a thankless child.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is,
To have a thankless child.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.
O let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks!
O let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks!
What! upon compulsion? No!
What! upon compulsion? No!
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?
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.
Diseases, desperate grown,
By desperate appliance are reliev'd,
Or not at all.
Diseases, desperate grown,
By desperate appliance are reliev'd,
Or not at all.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
