William Shakespeare

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?

Me of my lawful pleasure she restrained
And prayed me oft forbearance--did it with
A pudency so read more

Me of my lawful pleasure she restrained
And prayed me oft forbearance--did it with
A pudency so rosy, the sweet view on't
Might well have warmed old Saturn--that I thought her
As chaste as unsunned snow.

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. read more

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.

The hair that covers the wit is more than the wit, for the
greater hides the less.

The hair that covers the wit is more than the wit, for the
greater hides the less.