William Shakespeare

I ask, that I might waken reverence,
And bid the cheek be ready with a blush
Modest read more

I ask, that I might waken reverence,
And bid the cheek be ready with a blush
Modest as morning when she coldly eyes
The youthful Phoebus,
Which is that god in office, guiding men?

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.

'Tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve,
For daws to peck read more

'Tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve,
For daws to peck at.

A very valiant trencher-man. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

A very valiant trencher-man. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.

Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.