Posted by: Davide Bianco
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Wisdom)
The evil that men do lives after them; The good is often interred with their bones.
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The evil that men do lives after them; The good is often interred with their bones.
What angel wakes me from my
flowery bed?
I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again:
Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note;
So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;
And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me
On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
But do thy worst to steal thyself,
For term of live thou art assurèd mine;
And life no longer than thy love will stay,
for it dependent upon that love of thine.
Had I but served my God with half the zeal. I served my king, he would not in mine age. Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Give every man thy ear but few thy voice.
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Yet seemed it winter still, and you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.