William Shakespeare

The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.

The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.

O, my lord,
You said that idle weeds are fast in growth:
The prince my brother hath read more

O, my lord,
You said that idle weeds are fast in growth:
The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.

I do desire we may be better strangers.

I do desire we may be better strangers.

Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh
And sees fast-by a butcher with an axe,
But read more

Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh
And sees fast-by a butcher with an axe,
But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter?

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.