William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
The web of life is of mingled yarn, good and ill together.
The web of life is of mingled yarn, good and ill together.
Men shut their doors against the setting sun.
Men shut their doors against the setting sun.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye.
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye.
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.
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.
When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
For there's no motion
That tends to vice in man, but I affirm
It is the woman's read more
For there's no motion
That tends to vice in man, but I affirm
It is the woman's part.
O, that men's ears should be
To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!
O, that men's ears should be
To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!
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!
