William Shakespeare

Neither rhyme nor reason. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Neither rhyme nor reason. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! -Twelfth Night. Act iii. read more

Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Come, let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me. All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let's read more

Come, let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me. All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let's mock the midnight bell.

Give a man health and a course to steer, and he'll never stop to
trouble about whether he's happy read more

Give a man health and a course to steer, and he'll never stop to
trouble about whether he's happy or not.

Base is the slave that pays. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Base is the slave that pays. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 1.