William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough;
But riches fineless is as poor as winter
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Poor and content is rich, and rich enough;
But riches fineless is as poor as winter
To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath a wherefore.
Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath a wherefore.
Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
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Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
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Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Come, we burn daylight, ho!
Nay, that's not so.
I mean, sir, in delay
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Come, we burn daylight, ho!
Nay, that's not so.
I mean, sir, in delay
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
We must every one be a man of his own fancy.
We must every one be a man of his own fancy.
My poverty, but not my will consents.
My poverty, but not my will consents.
Dull not device by coldness and delay.
Dull not device by coldness and delay.
How many cowards whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
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How many cowards whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars,
Who inward searched, have livers white as milk!
