William Shakespeare

Brain him with his lady's fan. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Brain him with his lady's fan. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Thy deathbed is no lesser than thy land,
Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;
And thou, too read more

Thy deathbed is no lesser than thy land,
Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;
And thou, too careless patient as thou art,
Committ'st thy anointed body to the cure
Of those physicians that first wounded thee.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. (Merchant Of Venice)

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. (Merchant Of Venice)

She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
And I loved her for having pitied them.

She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
And I loved her for having pitied them.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Nothing can come of nothing.