William Shakespeare

When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
And I must minister the like to you.

When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
And I must minister the like to you.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him read more

As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious. -King Richard II. Act v. Sc. 2.

I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vie read more

I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vie whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death read more

Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death to nature.