William Shakespeare

Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.

Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.

This grief is crowned with consolation, you old smock brings
forth a new petticoat, and indeed the tears live read more

This grief is crowned with consolation, you old smock brings
forth a new petticoat, and indeed the tears live in an onion that
should water this sorrow.

Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can read more

Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself.

In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. read more

In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.

Praise her but for this her without-door form--
Which on my faith deserves high speech--and straight
The read more

Praise her but for this her without-door form--
Which on my faith deserves high speech--and straight
The shrug, the hum or ha, these pretty brands
That calumny doth use--O, I am out,
That mercy does, for calumny will sear
Virtue itself--these shrugs, these hums and ha's,
When you have said she's goodly, come between
Ere you can say she's honest.