William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything.
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together;
our virtues would be proud read more
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together;
our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not, and
our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our
virtues.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.
It so falls out
That what we have we prize not to the worth
Whiles we enjoy read more
It so falls out
That what we have we prize not to the worth
Whiles we enjoy it; but being lacked and lost,
Why, then we rack the value.
Love's mind of judgment rarely hath a taste:
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
Love's mind of judgment rarely hath a taste:
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting read more
Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
The web of life is of mingled yarn, good and ill together.
The web of life is of mingled yarn, good and ill together.
One heat another heat expels.
One heat another heat expels.
Marry, this is the short and the long of it.
Marry, this is the short and the long of it.
