William Shakespeare

By that sin fell the angels.

By that sin fell the angels.

Here comes one with a paper: God give him grace to groan!

Here comes one with a paper: God give him grace to groan!

All furnished, all in arms;
All plum'd like estridges that with the wind
Bated like eagles having read more

All furnished, all in arms;
All plum'd like estridges that with the wind
Bated like eagles having lately bathed;
Glittering in golden coats like images;
As full of spirit as the month of May
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.

Let a man be but in earnest in praying against a temptation as
the tempter is in pressing it, read more

Let a man be but in earnest in praying against a temptation as
the tempter is in pressing it, and he needs not proceed by a
surer measure.

I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.

I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.