William Shakespeare

Of all complexions the culled sovereignty
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek,
Where read more

Of all complexions the culled sovereignty
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek,
Where several worthies make one dignity,
Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek.

I almost die for food, and let me have it!

I almost die for food, and let me have it!

He wants nothing of a god but eternity and a heaven to throne in.

He wants nothing of a god but eternity and a heaven to throne in.

Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. -Coriolanus. Act read more

Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. -Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 3.