William Shakespeare

I would that I were low laid in my grave.
I am not worth this coil that's made for read more

I would that I were low laid in my grave.
I am not worth this coil that's made for me.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. read more

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.

On Tuesday last
A falcon, now tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl read more

On Tuesday last
A falcon, now tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.

O villainy! Ho! let the door be lock'd.
Treachery! seek it out.

O villainy! Ho! let the door be lock'd.
Treachery! seek it out.