William Shakespeare

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
And all read more

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
And all the clouds that lowered upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Ay, gentle Thurio, for you know that love
Wilt creep in service where it cannot go.

Ay, gentle Thurio, for you know that love
Wilt creep in service where it cannot go.

For murder though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.

For murder though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.

No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.

No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.

Sceptre and crown must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked read more

Sceptre and crown must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.