William Shakespeare

No, Antony, take the lot:
But, first or last, your fine Egyptian cookery
Shall have the fame. read more

No, Antony, take the lot:
But, first or last, your fine Egyptian cookery
Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius Caesar
Grew faw with feasting there.

If I can do it
By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,
She shall not read more

If I can do it
By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,
She shall not long continue love to him.

The language I have learnt these forty years,
My native English, now I must forgo;
And now read more

The language I have learnt these forty years,
My native English, now I must forgo;
And now my tongue's use is to me no more
Than an unstringed viol or a harp,
Or like a cunning instrument cased up
Or, being open, put into his hands
That knows no touch to tune the harmony.

For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man, that mocks at it, and sets it light.

For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man, that mocks at it, and sets it light.

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every read more

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.