William Shakespeare

My prophecy is but half his journey yet,
For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,
Yon read more

My prophecy is but half his journey yet,
For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,
Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds,
Must kiss their own feet.

You undergo too strict a paradox,
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair.

You undergo too strict a paradox,
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair.

And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as
if I borrowed mine oaths of him read more

And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as
if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my
pleasure.

Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious read more

Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from human haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows.
They are polluted off'rings, more abhorred!
Than spotted read more

The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows.
They are polluted off'rings, more abhorred!
Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.