William Shakespeare

I will go wash;
And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
Whether I blush or read more

I will go wash;
And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
Whether I blush or no.

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it doth singe yourself.

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it doth singe yourself.

Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.

Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.

Hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou
halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of read more

Hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou
halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion.

And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave. -King Richard II. Act iii. read more

And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 3.