William Shakespeare

Now it is the time of night
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth read more

Now it is the time of night
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the churchway paths to glide.

It may do good; pride hath no other glass
To show itself but pride, for supple knees
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It may do good; pride hath no other glass
To show itself but pride, for supple knees
Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees.

Delays have dangerous ends. -King Henry VI. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Delays have dangerous ends. -King Henry VI. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.

He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.

He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.

My free drift
Halts not particularly, but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax; no levelled read more

My free drift
Halts not particularly, but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax; no levelled malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold,
But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,
Leaving no tract behind.