William Shakespeare

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.

There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very
gesture.

There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very
gesture.

What if this cursed hand
Where thicker than itself with brother's blood,
Is there not rain enough read more

What if this cursed hand
Where thicker than itself with brother's blood,
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow?

Thus the whirligig of time
Brings in his revenges.

Thus the whirligig of time
Brings in his revenges.

Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.--
This grave shall have a living monument.
An hour read more

Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.--
This grave shall have a living monument.
An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;
Till then in patience our proceeding be.