Great Throughts Treasury

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William Morris

Death have we hated, knowing not what it meant Life we have loved, through green leaf and through sere, Though still the less we knew of its intent.

Day |

William Morris

I too will go, remembering what I said to you, when any land, the first to which we came seemed that we sought, and set your hearts aflame, and all seemed won to you: but still I think, perchance years hence, the fount of life to drink, unless by some ill chance I first am slain. But boundless risk must pay for boundless gain.

Happy | Imagination | Man | Memory | Men | Mind | Past | Pleasure | Soul | Will | Wills | Work | Think |

William Morris

Forget days past, heart-broken, put all memory by No grief on the green hillside, no pity in the sky, Joy that may not be spoken fills mead and flower and tree.

Body | Change |

William Morris

Give me love and work - these two only

Day | Deeds | Delay | Distress | Life | Life | Love | Price | Deeds |

William Morris

Love is enough: while ye deemed him a-sleeping, there were signs of his coming and sounds of his feet; his touch it was that would bring you to weeping, when the summer was deepest and music most sweet.

Light | Love | Rest | Soul | Trouble |

William Morris

Love is Enough Love is enough though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining, Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder, Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder, And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over, Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.

Dawn | Day | Death | Dreams | Hope |

William Shakespeare

O Cromwell, Cromwell, 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. The Life of King Henry the Eighth (Wolsey at IV, i)

Will |

William Shakespeare

O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou, that notwithstanding thy capacity receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, of what validity and pitch soe'er, but falls into abatement and low price, even in a minute!

Heart | Rank | Will | World | Forgive |

William Shakespeare

O Hamlet, speak no more. Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul, And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct. Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Gertrude, Queen of Denmark at III, iv)

Art | Day | Art |

William Shakespeare

O Lord, that lends me life, lend me a heart replete with thankfulness.

Good | Learning |

William Shakespeare

Now does he feel his title hang loose about him like a giant's robe upon a dwarfish thief.

Angels | Good |

William Shakespeare

O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright.

Beauty | Earth | Teach | Beauty |

William Shakespeare

Oh! never say that 1 was false of heart, Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.

Passion | Soul |

William Shakespeare

One that goes with him; I love him for his sake, And yet I know him a notorious liar, Think him a great way fool, solely a coward. Yet these fixed evils sit so fit in him That they take place when virtue's steely bones Look bleak i' th' cold wind; withal, full oft we see Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.

William Shakespeare

Praise her but for this her without-door form-- which on my faith deserves high speech--and straight the shrug, the hum or ha, these pretty brands that calumny doth use--O, I am out, that mercy does, for calumny will sear virtue itself--these shrugs, these hums and ha's, when you have said she's goodly, come between ere you can say she's honest.

Will |

William Shakespeare

Open your ears, for which of you will stop the vent of hearing when loud Rumor speaks? I, from the orient to the drooping west, making the wind my post-horse, still unfold the acts commenced on this ball of earth.

Soul |

William Shakespeare

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell That he hath turned a heaven unto a hell!

Dreams | Good | Little | Mind | Misfortune | Prayer | Time | Misfortune | Old |

William Shakespeare

O, judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason.

Nothing | Passion | Soul |

William Shakespeare

O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year. The Merry Wives of Windsor (Anne Page at III, iv)

Conscience | Cunning | Defeat | Devil | Father | Force | Gall | Heart | Heaven | Life | Life | Murder | Oppression | Passion | Play | Power | Property | Revenge | Soul | Spirit | Tears | Weakness | Will | Words | Murder | Guilty |