William Shakespeare

Discomfort guides my tongue
And bids me speak of nothing but despair.

Discomfort guides my tongue
And bids me speak of nothing but despair.

Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1.

I'll forbear;
And am fallen out with my more headier will
To take the indisposed and sickly read more

I'll forbear;
And am fallen out with my more headier will
To take the indisposed and sickly fit
For the sound man.

Lay her in the earth,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring.

Lay her in the earth,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring.

O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.

O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.