William Shakespeare

Hear me profess sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love
alike, and none less dear than read more

Hear me profess sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love
alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had
rather have eleven die nobly for their country than one
voluptuously surfeit out of action.

My cake is dough. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 1.

My cake is dough. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 1.

Who knows himself a braggart,
Let him fear this; for it will come to pass
That every read more

Who knows himself a braggart,
Let him fear this; for it will come to pass
That every braggart shall be found an ass.

It is spoke as a Christians ought to speak.

It is spoke as a Christians ought to speak.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last read more

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.