William Shakespeare

I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true. -The Winter's Tale. Act read more

I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.

As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress Page, gives
intelligence of Ford's approach, and in her read more

As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress Page, gives
intelligence of Ford's approach, and in her invention, and Ford's
wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket.

(Macbeth:) How does your patient, doctor?
(Doctor:) Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with read more

(Macbeth:) How does your patient, doctor?
(Doctor:) Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies
That keep her from her rest.
(Macbeth:) Cure her of that!
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
Pluck from the memory of a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of the perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?
(Doctor:) Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
(Macbeth:) Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it!

It is a wise father that knows his own child. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.

It is a wise father that knows his own child. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth,
But, read more

Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth,
But, being moody, give him time and scope,
Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,
Confound themselves with working.