William Shakespeare

Lawn as white as driven snow,
Cyprus black as e'er was crow,
Gloves as sweet as damask read more

Lawn as white as driven snow,
Cyprus black as e'er was crow,
Gloves as sweet as damask roses,
Masks for faces and for noses,
Bugle bracelet, necklace amber,
Perfume for a lady's chamber,
Golden quoifs and stomachers
For my lads to give their dears,
Pins and poking-sticks of steel,
What maids lack from head to heel.

I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips.

I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips.

Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt

Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt

To climb steep hills
Requires slow pace at first.

To climb steep hills
Requires slow pace at first.

(Salerio:) . . . if my gossip Report be an honest woman of her
word.
(Solanio:) I would read more

(Salerio:) . . . if my gossip Report be an honest woman of her
word.
(Solanio:) I would she were as lying a gossip in that as ever
knapped ginger or made her neighbors believe she wept for the
death of a third husband.