William Shakespeare

A plague of all cowards, I say. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

A plague of all cowards, I say. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Did he so often lodge in open field,
In winter's cold and summer's parching heat,
To conquer read more

Did he so often lodge in open field,
In winter's cold and summer's parching heat,
To conquer France, his true inheritance?

For you know, nuncle,
The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long
That it's had it head bit read more

For you know, nuncle,
The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long
That it's had it head bit off by it young.

You two are book-men. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

You two are book-men. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

The mountain was in labour, and Jove was afraid, but it brought
forth a mouse.

The mountain was in labour, and Jove was afraid, but it brought
forth a mouse.