William Shakespeare

I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth,
forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it read more

I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth,
forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily
with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me
a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look
you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof
fretted with golden fire--why, it appeareth nothing to me but a
foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.

Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
Draw read more

Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
Draw them to the Tiber banks, and weep your tears
Into the channel, till the lowest stream
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.

On Tuesday last
A falcon, now tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl read more

On Tuesday last
A falcon, now tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.

The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise read more

The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

'T is not in the bond. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

'T is not in the bond. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.