William Shakespeare

What 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.

What 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.

And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as
if I borrowed mine oaths of him read more

And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as
if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my
pleasure.

Still harping on my daughter.

Still harping on my daughter.

Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts read more

Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound

He jests at scars that never felt a wound