William Shakespeare

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes.

The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes.

Nay, do not think I flatter.
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue read more

Nay, do not think I flatter.
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue hast but thy good spirits
To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered?
No, let the candied tongue like absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning.