William Shakespeare

The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.

The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.

Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. read more

Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act iii. Sc. 1.

You souls of geese,
That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
From slaves that read more

You souls of geese,
That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
From slaves that apes would men!

In that day's feats,
When he might act the woman in the scene,
He prov'd best man read more

In that day's feats,
When he might act the woman in the scene,
He prov'd best man i' th' field, and for his meed
Was brow-bound with the oak.

O shame, where is thy blush?

O shame, where is thy blush?