This the curse of service: Preferment goes by letter and affection, and not by old gradation, where each second stood heir to the first.
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.
I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.
Expectation is the root of all heartache.
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak… (read more)