William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
O how full of briars is this working-day world.
O how full of briars is this working-day world.
We must every one be a man of his own fancy.
We must every one be a man of his own fancy.
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.
One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow.
One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow.
The sense of death is most in apprehension.
The sense of death is most in apprehension.
Our rash faults
Make trivial price of serious thing we have,
Not knowing them until we know read more
Our rash faults
Make trivial price of serious thing we have,
Not knowing them until we know their grave.
At lovers' perjuries,
They say Jove laughs.
At lovers' perjuries,
They say Jove laughs.
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
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Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
But where unbruised youth with unstuffed brain
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.
Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum.
Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum.
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.
