William Shakespeare

The king is come. Deal mildly with his youth;
For young hot colts, being raged, do rage the more.

The king is come. Deal mildly with his youth;
For young hot colts, being raged, do rage the more.

Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks. read more

Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks. Her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.

Wise men ne'er wail their present woes.

Wise men ne'er wail their present woes.

If music be the food of love, play on.

If music be the food of love, play on.

For courage mounteth with occasion. -King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.

For courage mounteth with occasion. -King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.