William Shakespeare

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite
jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne read more

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite
jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a
thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is!

Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the read more

Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority.

Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority.

She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd She is a woman, therefore to be won

She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd She is a woman, therefore to be won

But, O thou tyrant,
Do not repent these things, for they are heavier
Than all thy woes read more

But, O thou tyrant,
Do not repent these things, for they are heavier
Than all thy woes can stir. Therefore betake thee
To nothing but despair.