William Shakespeare

Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
Draw read more

Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
Draw them to the Tiber banks, and weep your tears
Into the channel, till the lowest stream
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

My library Was dukedom large enough. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

My library Was dukedom large enough. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

To leave frivolous circumstances, I pray you tell Signior
Lucentio that his father is come from Pisa and is read more

To leave frivolous circumstances, I pray you tell Signior
Lucentio that his father is come from Pisa and is here at the
door to speak with him.

Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.

Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.