William Shakespeare

Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

There 's the humour of it. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1.

There 's the humour of it. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1.

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly followed.

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly followed.

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.

There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murther in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds read more

There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murther in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell:.