William Shakespeare

But Hercules himself must yield to odds;
And many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hews down read more

But Hercules himself must yield to odds;
And many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hews down and fells the hardest-timbered oak.

I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1.

I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1.

O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?

O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?

The noble sister of Publicola,
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
That's curded by the read more

The noble sister of Publicola,
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
That's curded by the frost from purest snow
And hangs on Dian's temple--dear Valeria!

It is meat and drink to me. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.

It is meat and drink to me. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.