William Shakespeare

Soft pity enters an iron gate.

Soft pity enters an iron gate.

Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.

Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.

And what art thou, thou idol Ceremony?
What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more
Of read more

And what art thou, thou idol Ceremony?
What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more
Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?

Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in
erecting a grammar school: and whereas, before, our read more

Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in
erecting a grammar school: and whereas, before, our forefathers
had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused
printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and
dignity, thou hast built a paper mill.

As cold as any stone. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3.

As cold as any stone. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3.