William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
'Tis too much proved,--that with devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
'Tis too much proved,--that with devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape
calumny.
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape
calumny.
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.
What! upon compulsion? No!
What! upon compulsion? No!
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.
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.
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.
