William Shakespeare

I do remember an apothecary,
And hereabouts 'a dwells, which late I noted
In tatt'red weeds, with read more

I do remember an apothecary,
And hereabouts 'a dwells, which late I noted
In tatt'red weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples. Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuffed, and other skins
Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses
Were thinly scattered, to make up a show.

No might nor greatness in mortality
Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny
The whitest virtue strikes. What king read more

No might nor greatness in mortality
Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny
The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong
Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue?

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him read more

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try

Love's mind of judgment rarely hath a taste:
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.

Love's mind of judgment rarely hath a taste:
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.

Truth is a dog that must to kennel. He must be whipped, when
Lady, the brach, may stand by read more

Truth is a dog that must to kennel. He must be whipped, when
Lady, the brach, may stand by the fire and stink.