William Shakespeare

I'll potch at him some way;
Or wrath or craft may get him.

I'll potch at him some way;
Or wrath or craft may get him.

Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

With devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.

With devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.

All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may. -The Merry read more

All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.

It is engendered in the eyes;
By gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it read more

It is engendered in the eyes;
By gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.