William Shakespeare

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.

Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.

Trust not the physician;
His antidotes are poison, and he slays
More than you rob.

Trust not the physician;
His antidotes are poison, and he slays
More than you rob.

I will make a Star-chamber matter of it. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.

I will make a Star-chamber matter of it. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.

A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act read more

A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.