William Shakespeare

Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your
tutor. Suit the action to the word, read more

Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your
tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with
this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of
nature.

How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, read more

If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1.

'Tis meet
That noble minds keep ever with their likes:
For who so firm that cannot be read more

'Tis meet
That noble minds keep ever with their likes:
For who so firm that cannot be seduced?

Down on your knees, And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. read more

Down on your knees, And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 5.