William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
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.
The web of life is of mingled yarn, good and ill together.
The web of life is of mingled yarn, good and ill together.
The bird that hath been limed in a bush
With trembling wing misdoubteth every bush.
The bird that hath been limed in a bush
With trembling wing misdoubteth every bush.
Men shut their doors against the setting sun.
Men shut their doors against the setting sun.
There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.
There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.
Marry, this is the short and the long of it.
Marry, this is the short and the long of it.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.
I hate ingratitude more in man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.
I hate ingratitude more in man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.
Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
And with a virtuous vizor hide deep vice!
Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
And with a virtuous vizor hide deep vice!
I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.
I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.
