William Shakespeare

Yet 'tis greater skill
In a true hate to pray they have their will;
The very devils read more

Yet 'tis greater skill
In a true hate to pray they have their will;
The very devils cannot plague them better.

The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope:
I have hope to live, and am prepared read more

The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope:
I have hope to live, and am prepared to die.

He was ever precise in promise-keeping. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 2.

He was ever precise in promise-keeping. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 2.

No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My Lord Protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know read more

No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My Lord Protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know their master loves to be aloft
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.

Perseverance, dear my lord,
Keeps honor bright; to have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, read more

Perseverance, dear my lord,
Keeps honor bright; to have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mock'ry.