William Shakespeare

Nay, do not think I flatter.
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue read more

Nay, do not think I flatter.
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue hast but thy good spirits
To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered?
No, let the candied tongue like absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning.

Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.

Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.

Comparisons are odorous. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Comparisons are odorous. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 1.

The golden age is before us, not behind us.

The golden age is before us, not behind us.