William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Truth is a dog that must to kennel. He must be whipped, when
Lady, the brach, may stand by read more
Truth is a dog that must to kennel. He must be whipped, when
Lady, the brach, may stand by the fire and stink.
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.
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?
The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.
The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.
The fire i' the flint
Shows not till it be struck.
The fire i' the flint
Shows not till it be struck.
Her pretty action did outsell her gift,
And yet enriched it too. She gave it me and said
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Her pretty action did outsell her gift,
And yet enriched it too. She gave it me and said
She prized it once.
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's done cannot be undone.
What's done cannot be undone.
How far that little candle throws its beams;
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
How far that little candle throws its beams;
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle--and is not a
buff jerkin in a most read more
As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle--and is not a
buff jerkin in a most sweet robe of durance?
