William Shakespeare

What then? What rests?
Try what repentance can. What can it not?
Yet what can it when read more

What then? What rests?
Try what repentance can. What can it not?
Yet what can it when one cannot repent?
O wretched state? O bosom black as death!
O limed soul, that struggling to be free
Art more engaged!

I hate ingratitude more in man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.

I hate ingratitude more in man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.

To leave this keen encounter of our wits. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2.

To leave this keen encounter of our wits. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2.

Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.

And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, It read more

And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see, quoth he, how the world wags. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.