William Shakespeare

Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal read more

Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Wheeson week. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

By my penny of observation. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.

By my penny of observation. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.

What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you
With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you.

What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you
With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.