William Shakespeare

I told you, sir, they were redhot with drinking;
So full of valor that they smote the air
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I told you, sir, they were redhot with drinking;
So full of valor that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces, beat the ground,
For kissing of their feet; yet always bending
Towards their project.

Ingratitude is monstrous

Ingratitude is monstrous

O heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.

O heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.

You play the spaniel,
And think with wagging of your tongue to win me.

You play the spaniel,
And think with wagging of your tongue to win me.

What a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin
than Dobbin my thill-horse has read more

What a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin
than Dobbin my thill-horse has on his tail.