William Shakespeare

'Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.

'Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.

It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation read more

It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Then know, that I have little wealth to lose.
A man I am, crossed with adversity;
My read more

Then know, that I have little wealth to lose.
A man I am, crossed with adversity;
My riches are these poor habiliments,
Of which if you should here disfurnish me,
You take the sum and substance that I have.

Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth,
But, read more

Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth,
But, being moody, give him time and scope,
Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,
Confound themselves with working.

'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.

'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.