William Shakespeare

Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
When well-apparelled April on the heel
Of limping Winter read more

Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
When well-apparelled April on the heel
Of limping Winter treads, even such delight
Among fresh fennel buds shall you this night
Inherit at my house.

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.

In nature there's no blemish but the mind;
None can be called deformed but the unkind.

In nature there's no blemish but the mind;
None can be called deformed but the unkind.

Springes to catch woodcocks.

Springes to catch woodcocks.

'T is well said again, And 't is a kind of good deed to say well: And yet words are read more

'T is well said again, And 't is a kind of good deed to say well: And yet words are no deeds. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.