William Shakespeare

To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.

To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.

O Cromwell, Cromwell,
Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, read more

O Cromwell, Cromwell,
Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.

Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.

Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.

Nay, now you are too flat,
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant.

Nay, now you are too flat,
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant.

Kings are earth's gods; in vice their law's their will.

Kings are earth's gods; in vice their law's their will.