What did William Shakespeare mean by: Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, Ang’ring itself and others. - William Shakespeare Playwright · England Copy
+ O hell! to choose love with another’s eye. Feraz Zeid, July 15, 2023December 12, 2023, William Shakespeare, Eye, Hell, 0 - William Shakespeare Playwright · England
+ It is great sin to swear unto a sin, But greater sin to keep a sinful oath. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, William Shakespeare, Consequence, Oath, Sin, 0 - William Shakespeare Playwright · England
+ Though it be honest, it is never good to bring bad news. Feraz Zeid, June 30, 2023December 12, 2023, William Shakespeare, Honest, Lying, News, 0 - William Shakespeare Playwright · England
+ Affection faints not like a pale-faced coward, But then woos best when most his choice is froward. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, William Shakespeare, Affection, Love, Persistence, 0 - William Shakespeare Playwright · England
+ O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven Feraz Zeid, September 8, 2023December 26, 2023, William Shakespeare, Dignity, Heaven, Smell, 0 - William Shakespeare Playwright · England
+ A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity; but you gods will give us Some faults to make us men. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, William Shakespeare, Faults, Gods, Human, 0 - William Shakespeare Playwright · England
+ So distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, William Shakespeare, Distribution, Equality, Excess, 0 - William Shakespeare Playwright · England
+ Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion. Feraz Zeid, October 12, 2023December 26, 2023, William Shakespeare, Fire, Passion, Sap, 0 - William Shakespeare Playwright · England
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Love’s pleasure lasts but a moment; love’s sorrow lasts all through life. - Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian Poet · France
Each one to his own trade; then would the cows be well cared for. - Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian Poet · France
Every stroke our fury strikes is sure to hit ourselves at last. - William Penn Founder of the Province of Pennsylvania · England
How often it is that the angry man rages denial of what his inner self is telling him. - Frank Herbert Author · USA