William Shakespeare

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3.

This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons pease,
And utters it again when God doth please.

This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons pease,
And utters it again when God doth please.

The setting sun, and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
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The setting sun, and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
Writ in remembrance more than things long past.

His demand
Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love,
Bur from deceit, bred by necessity;
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His demand
Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love,
Bur from deceit, bred by necessity;
For how can tyrants safely govern home
Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?

I go, I go, look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.

I go, I go, look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.