William Shakespeare

I hate ingratitude more in man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.

I hate ingratitude more in man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.

But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear,
That things ill got had ever bad success?

But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear,
That things ill got had ever bad success?

This is very midsummer madness. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

This is very midsummer madness. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.

Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.

Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never read more

Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.