William Shakespeare

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.

Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of
sables.

Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of
sables.

You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once--her smiles and tears
Were like, a better way: those read more

You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once--her smiles and tears
Were like, a better way: those happy smilets
That played on her ripe lip seemed not to know
What guests were in her eyes, which parted thence
As pearls from diamonds dropped.

I have shot mine arrow o'er the house
And hurt my brother.

I have shot mine arrow o'er the house
And hurt my brother.

Diseases, desperate grown,
By desperate appliance are reliev'd,
Or not at all.

Diseases, desperate grown,
By desperate appliance are reliev'd,
Or not at all.