William Shakespeare

Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive
If you will these graces to the grave,
And leave read more

Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive
If you will these graces to the grave,
And leave the world no copy.

And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as read more

And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told;
Many a man his life read more

All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told;
Many a man his life hath sold;
But my outside to behold.

Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of
sables.

Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of
sables.

The mirror of all courtesy. -King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The mirror of all courtesy. -King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 1.