William Shakespeare

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
And all read more

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
And all the clouds that lowered upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

I know a trick worth two of that. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 1.

I know a trick worth two of that. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell
Civil dissension is a viperous worm
That gnaws the read more

Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell
Civil dissension is a viperous worm
That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.

And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

Yea, at that very moment
Consideration like an angel came
And whipped th' offending Adam out of read more

Yea, at that very moment
Consideration like an angel came
And whipped th' offending Adam out of him,
Leaving his body as a paradise
T' envelop and contain celestial spirits.