William Shakespeare

So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.

So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.

Bleed, bleed, poor Country!
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodness dare not check thee; read more

Bleed, bleed, poor Country!
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodness dare not check thee; wear thou thy wrongs,
The title is affeered!

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have
greatness thrust upon 'em.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have
greatness thrust upon 'em.

But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house,
I could a tale read more

But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house,
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.

The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It read more

The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed- It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.