William Shakespeare

While you live, tell truth and shame the devil! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

While you live, tell truth and shame the devil! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. read more

Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 2.

He was a man Of an unbounded stomach. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

He was a man Of an unbounded stomach. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Come, now a roundel and a fairy song;
Then, for the third part of a minute, hence--
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Come, now a roundel and a fairy song;
Then, for the third part of a minute, hence--
Some to kill canters in the musk-rose buds,
Some war with reremice for their leathren wings,
To make my small elves coats, and some keep back
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders
At our quaint spirits.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Nothing can come of nothing.