William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
The shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.
The shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.
Condemn the fault, but not the actor of it.
Condemn the fault, but not the actor of it.
Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire,
Begin it with weak straws.
Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire,
Begin it with weak straws.
O how full of briars is this working-day world.
O how full of briars is this working-day world.
Oh what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Oh what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
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.]
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.
And what love can do, that does love attempt.
And what love can do, that does love attempt.
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.
