William Shakespeare

Many a time and oft
Have you climbed up to walls and battlements,
To tow'rs and windows, read more

Many a time and oft
Have you climbed up to walls and battlements,
To tow'rs and windows, yea, to chimney tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
The livelong day, with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome.

One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow.

One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow.

It will have blood, they say: blood will have blood.
Stones have been known to move and trees to read more

It will have blood, they say: blood will have blood.
Stones have been known to move and trees to speak;
Augures and understood relations have
By maggot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth
The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

A plague of all cowards, I say. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

A plague of all cowards, I say. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.