William Shakespeare

This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons pease,
And utters it again when God doth please.

This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons pease,
And utters it again when God doth please.

No, Antony, take the lot:
But, first or last, your fine Egyptian cookery
Shall have the fame. read more

No, Antony, take the lot:
But, first or last, your fine Egyptian cookery
Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius Caesar
Grew faw with feasting there.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have
greatness thrust upon 'em.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have
greatness thrust upon 'em.

Who knows himself a braggart,
Let him fear this; for it will come to pass
That every read more

Who knows himself a braggart,
Let him fear this; for it will come to pass
That every braggart shall be found an ass.

I do love
My country's good with a respect more tender,
More holy and profound, then mine read more

I do love
My country's good with a respect more tender,
More holy and profound, then mine own life,
My dear wife's estimate, her womb increase,
And treasure of my loins.