William Shakespeare

I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you, an 't were any nightingale. -A read more

I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you, an 't were any nightingale. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.

'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.

'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.

Henceforth, I'll bear
Affliction till it do cry out itself,
'Enough, enough, and die.'

Henceforth, I'll bear
Affliction till it do cry out itself,
'Enough, enough, and die.'

O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.

O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5.