William Shakespeare

Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of
sables.

Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of
sables.

If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries,
I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.

If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries,
I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.

I would that I were low laid in my grave: I am not worth this coil that 's made for read more

I would that I were low laid in my grave: I am not worth this coil that 's made for me. -King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.

He was ever precise in promise-keeping. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 2.

He was ever precise in promise-keeping. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 2.

One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Turn giddy and be read more

One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Turn giddy and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish.