William Shakespeare

When we shall hear
The rain and wind beat dark December, how
In this our pinching cave read more

When we shall hear
The rain and wind beat dark December, how
In this our pinching cave shall we discourse
The freezing hours away?

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. read more

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.

A little more than kin, and less than kind!

A little more than kin, and less than kind!

Now good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!

Now good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!

How quickly nature falls into revolt
When gold becomes her object!
For this the foolish overcareful fathers
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How quickly nature falls into revolt
When gold becomes her object!
For this the foolish overcareful fathers
Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care.
Their bones with industry.
For this they have engrossed and piled up
The cankered heaps of strange-achieved gold;
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts and martial exercises.