William Shakespeare

And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse read more

And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.

Here comes one with a paper: God give him grace to groan!

Here comes one with a paper: God give him grace to groan!

Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.

Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.

I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I
know most faults.

I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I
know most faults.

Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
And with a virtuous vizor hide deep vice!

Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
And with a virtuous vizor hide deep vice!