William Shakespeare

For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as read more

For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as the heresies that men do leave
Are hated most of those they did deceive,
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
Of all be hated, but the most of me!

Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through
ordeal.

Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through
ordeal.

Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.

Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.

When we shall hear
The rain and wind beat dark December, how
In this our pinching cave read more

When we shall hear
The rain and wind beat dark December, how
In this our pinching cave shall we discourse
The freezing hours away?

The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.

The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.