When remedies are past, the griefs are ended
By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone
Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
What cannot be preserved when fortune takes,
Patience her injury a mockery makes.
The robb'd that smiles steals something for the thief;
He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.
What cannot be preserved when fortune takes,
Patience her injury a mockery makes.
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
William ShakespeareMots clés humor love death marriage fool wedding olivia twelfth-night clown
Good madonna, give me leave to
prove you a fool.
Mots clés humor wit fool labels olivia twelfth-night clown
Laughing Faces Do Not Mean That There Is Absence Of Sorrow! But It Means That They Have The Ability To Deal With It
William ShakespeareWho’s there?
Fool. Marry, here’s grace and a cod-piece; that’s a wise man and a fool.
Mots clés king-lear-fool-storm
He that has a little tiny wit,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
Must make content with his fortunes fit,
Though the rain it raineth every day.
Mots clés storm-fool-lear
Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck:
Are not you he?'
'Thou speak'st aright;
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
Mots clés robin-goodfellow
How now, spirit! whither wander you?
FAIRY
Over hill, over dale,
Through bush, through brier,
Over park, over pale,
Through flood, through fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone:
Our queen and all our elves come here anon.
Mots clés robin-goodfellow-fairies
But then I sigh, with a piece of Scripture
Tell them that God bids us to do evil for good;
And thus I clothe my naked villany
With odd old ends stolen out of Holy Writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Mots clés bible
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