William Shakespeare

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
And all read more

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
And all the clouds that lowered upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.

Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.

Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.

Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than read more

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by day-light. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. read more

I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by day-light. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.