William Shakespeare

I was now a coward on instinct. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

I was now a coward on instinct. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
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If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.

Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay. Good hay,
sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay. Good hay,
sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be read more

Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.

As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.