William Shakespeare

As the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.

As the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.

Hold, there is forty ducats. Let me have
A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
As will read more

Hold, there is forty ducats. Let me have
A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
As will disperse itself through all the veins
That the life-weary taker may fall dead,
And that the trunk may be discharged of breath
As violently as hasty powder fired
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest,
Out of hope of all but my share of read more

My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest,
Out of hope of all but my share of the feast.

These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as read more

These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.

I see, sir, you are liberal in offers.
You taught me first to beg, and now methinks
read more

I see, sir, you are liberal in offers.
You taught me first to beg, and now methinks
You teach me how a beggar should be answered.