William Shakespeare

Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
O, read more

Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
O, that that earth which kept the world in awe
Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!

I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of
discretion, and I will right myself like read more

I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of
discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.

Give every man your ear, but few thy voice. Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

Give every man your ear, but few thy voice. Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven read more

When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Every subject's duty is the king's, but every subject's soul is
his own.

Every subject's duty is the king's, but every subject's soul is
his own.