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«What private griefs they have, alas, I know not»
«Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.»
«Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,With what I most enjoy contented least.»
Author: William Shakespeare
(Dramatist, Playwright, Poet)
| Keywords:
contented, desiring, scope, This Man
«Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!»
«More matter with less art»
«A surfeit of the sweetest things the deepest loathing of the stomach brings»
Author: William Shakespeare
(Dramatist, Playwright, Poet)
| Keywords:
loathing, stomach, surfeit, surfeiting, sweetest
«I rather would entreat thy company To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness»
Author: William Shakespeare
(Dramatist, Playwright, Poet)
| Keywords:
abroad, dully, entreat, entreating, entreats, idleness, shapeless, wear out, wonders
«Every fair from fair sometime declines»
Author: William Shakespeare
(Dramatist, Playwright, Poet)
| About:
Failure
| Keywords:
declines, sometime
«Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name robs me of t»
«Look, how the floor of heavenIs thick inlaid with patines of bright gold;There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'stBut in his motion like an angel sings ...Such harmony is in immortal souls;But, whilst this muddy vesture of decayDoth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.»
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