William Shakespeare

Thou said'st--O, it comes o'er my memory
As doth the raven o'er the infected house,
Boding to read more

Thou said'st--O, it comes o'er my memory
As doth the raven o'er the infected house,
Boding to all!--He had my handkerchief.

Now we sit close about this taper here
And call in question our necessities.

Now we sit close about this taper here
And call in question our necessities.

Marry, this is the short and the long of it.

Marry, this is the short and the long of it.

Enough, with over-measure. -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Enough, with over-measure. -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.

I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea read more

I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me,
Weary and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.