William Shakespeare

Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.

Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.

I will make an end of my dinner--there's pippins and seese to
come.

I will make an end of my dinner--there's pippins and seese to
come.

O, he's a limb that has but a disease:
Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.

O, he's a limb that has but a disease:
Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.

What then? What rests?
Try what repentance can. What can it not?
Yet what can it when read more

What then? What rests?
Try what repentance can. What can it not?
Yet what can it when one cannot repent?
O wretched state? O bosom black as death!
O limed soul, that struggling to be free
Art more engaged!