William Shakespeare

Yet marked O where the bolt of Cupid fell.
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before read more

Yet marked O where the bolt of Cupid fell.
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

I fear it is too choleric a meat.
How say you to a fat tripe finely broiled?

I fear it is too choleric a meat.
How say you to a fat tripe finely broiled?

Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

My ventures are not in one bottom trusted.

My ventures are not in one bottom trusted.

But thus: if powers divine
Behold our human actions, as they do,
I doubt not then but read more

But thus: if powers divine
Behold our human actions, as they do,
I doubt not then but innocence shall make
False accusation blush and tyranny
Tremble at patience.