William Shakespeare

Talk with a man out at a window!--a proper saying!

Talk with a man out at a window!--a proper saying!

She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her read more

She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.

Truth is truth To the end of reckoning. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.

Truth is truth To the end of reckoning. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.

All plumed like estridges that with the wind Baited like eagles having lately bathed; Glittering in golden coats, like images; read more

All plumed like estridges that with the wind Baited 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. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.