William Shakespeare

I was not born under a rhyming planet. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 2.

I was not born under a rhyming planet. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 2.

I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,
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I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,
And from the organ-pipe of fraity sings
His soul and body to their lasting rest.

Sceptre and crown must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked read more

Sceptre and crown must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.

Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took Found out read more

Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took Found out the remedy. How would you be, If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.

'Tis too much proved,--that with devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.

'Tis too much proved,--that with devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.