William Shakespeare

Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. -King John. Act v. Sc. read more

This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.

Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent.

Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent.

'Ay,' quoth my uncle Gloucester,
'Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.'
And since, methinks, read more

'Ay,' quoth my uncle Gloucester,
'Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.'
And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast,
Because sweet flow'rs are slow and weeds make haste.

My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night--
Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about
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My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night--
Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about
The other four in wondrous motion.