William Shakespeare

No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My Lord Protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know read more

No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My Lord Protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know their master loves to be aloft
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.

The selfsame heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.

The selfsame heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.

My free drift
Halts not particularly, but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax; no levelled read more

My free drift
Halts not particularly, but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax; no levelled malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold,
But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,
Leaving no tract behind.

I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea read more

I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me,
Weary and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.