William Shakespeare

Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing. -King Henry VIII. read more

Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 1.

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

So so is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so so. -As read more

So so is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so so. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.

And you, enchantment,
Worthy enough a herdsman--yea, him too,
That makes himself, but for our honor therein,
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And you, enchantment,
Worthy enough a herdsman--yea, him too,
That makes himself, but for our honor therein,
Unworthy thee-if ever henceforth thou
These rural latches to his entrance open,
Or hoop his body more with thy embraces,
I will devise a death as cruel for thee
As thou art tender to't.