William Shakespeare

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance: they are but beggars who can count their read more

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance: they are but beggars who can count their worth.

Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.

Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.

I will ask him for my place again: he shall tell me I am a
drunkard! Had I as read more

I will ask him for my place again: he shall tell me I am a
drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would
stop them all. To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and
presently a beast! O strange! Every inordinate cup is unblest,
and the ingredient is a devil.

Oh, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer!

Oh, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer!

Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist. -The read more

Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.