William Shakespeare

No might nor greatness in mortality
Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny
The whitest virtue strikes. What king read more

No might nor greatness in mortality
Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny
The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong
Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue?

You are an alchemist; make gold of that.

You are an alchemist; make gold of that.

Full many a lady
I have eyed with best regard, and many a time
Th' harmony of read more

Full many a lady
I have eyed with best regard, and many a time
Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear; for several virtues
Have I liked several women; never any
With so full soul but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed,
And put it to the foil.

Great men have reaching hands.

Great men have reaching hands.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That read more

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.