William Shakespeare

Lady, you know no rules of charity,
Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.

Lady, you know no rules of charity,
Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.

Press not a falling man too far! -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Press not a falling man too far! -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

Some there be that shadows kiss;
Such have but a shadow's bliss.

Some there be that shadows kiss;
Such have but a shadow's bliss.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
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Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.