William Shakespeare

Trifles light as air
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.

Trifles light as air
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.

The cunning livery of hell. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

The cunning livery of hell. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Intend some fear;
Be not you spoke with but by mighty suit;
And look you get a read more

Intend some fear;
Be not you spoke with but by mighty suit;
And look you get a prayer book in your hand
And stand between two churchmen, good my lord,
For on that ground I'll make a holy descant;
And be not easily won to our requests.

Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.

Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.

Rumor doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the feared.

Rumor doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the feared.