William Shakespeare

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name
would smell as sweet.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name
would smell as sweet.

Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
And merrily hent the stile-a.
A merry heart goes all read more

Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
And merrily hent the stile-a.
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding read more

When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

I do not hate a proud man, as I do hate the engendering of toads.

I do not hate a proud man, as I do hate the engendering of toads.