William Shakespeare

O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows read more

O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!

Another lean unwashed artificer. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Another lean unwashed artificer. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

We have scorched the snake, not killed it.
She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice
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We have scorched the snake, not killed it.
She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.

Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. read more

Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 1.

There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old. -King Henry read more

There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.