William Shakespeare

Anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. read more

Anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.

And we must take the current when it serves;
Or lose our ventures.

And we must take the current when it serves;
Or lose our ventures.

The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light; . . .

The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light; . . .

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything. read more

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything. The wills above be
done, but I would fain die a dry death.

God keep me from false friends!

God keep me from false friends!