William Shakespeare

But those that understood him smiled at one another and shook
their heads; but for mine own part, if read more

But those that understood him smiled at one another and shook
their heads; but for mine own part, if was Greek to me.

You souls of geese,
That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
From slaves that read more

You souls of geese,
That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
From slaves that apes would men!

I'll forbear;
And am fallen out with my more headier will
To take the indisposed and sickly read more

I'll forbear;
And am fallen out with my more headier will
To take the indisposed and sickly fit
For the sound man.

In my mind's eye, Horatio.

In my mind's eye, Horatio.

Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.

Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.