William Shakespeare

So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.

So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,
And welcome home again discarded faith.

Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,
And welcome home again discarded faith.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Nothing can come of nothing.

This casket threatens; men that hazard all
Do it in hope of fair advantages.
A golden mind read more

This casket threatens; men that hazard all
Do it in hope of fair advantages.
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross;
I'll then nor give nor hazard aught for lead.