William Shakespeare

And, being fed by us, you used us so
As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
Useth read more

And, being fed by us, you used us so
As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
Useth the sparrow--did oppress our nest; . . .

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
And all read more

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
And all the clouds that lowered upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

When devils will the blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows!

When devils will the blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows!

I do beseech you--
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess
(As I confess it is read more

I do beseech you--
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess
(As I confess it is my nature's plague
To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy
Shapes faults that are not), that your wisdom yet
From one that so imperfectly conjects
Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble
Out of his scattering and unsure observance.

What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?

What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?