William Shakespeare

How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign read more

How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign of bliss and joy! -King Henry VI. Part III. Act i. Sc. 2.

To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.

To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.

It is a creature
That dotes on Cassio, as 'tis the strumpet's plague
To beguile many and read more

It is a creature
That dotes on Cassio, as 'tis the strumpet's plague
To beguile many and be beguiled by one.

This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, read more

This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms,
Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart;
And in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statue
(Which all the while ran blood) great Caesar fell.

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

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