William Shakespeare

Lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to speak plain and to the read more

Lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to speak plain and to the purpose. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3.

The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.

The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.

The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.

The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.

Men so noble,
However faulty, yet should find respect
For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty
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Men so noble,
However faulty, yet should find respect
For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty
To load a falling man.

What need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou read more

What need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live; That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, And sleep in spite of thunder