William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.
And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends, stol'n out of holy writ,
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And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends, stol'n out of holy writ,
And seem a saint when most I play the devil.
But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate read more
But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything. read more
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything. The wills above be
done, but I would fain die a dry death.
Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
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.
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?
Fire that's closest kept, burns most of all.
Fire that's closest kept, burns most of all.
