William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
The sense of death is most in apprehension.
The sense of death is most in apprehension.
Our content
Is our best having.
Our content
Is our best having.
Wisely, I say, I am a bachelor.
Wisely, I say, I am a bachelor.
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.
But we are all men
In our own natures frail.
But we are all men
In our own natures frail.
No might nor greatness in mortality
Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny
The whitest virtue strikes. What king read more
No might nor greatness in mortality
Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny
The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong
Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue?
There is no vice so simple, but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
There is no vice so simple, but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
The shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.
The shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.
What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.
[Lat., Idem Accio quod Titio jus esto.]
What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.
[Lat., Idem Accio quod Titio jus esto.]
