William Shakespeare

In the end truth will out.

In the end truth will out.

Springes to catch woodcocks.

Springes to catch woodcocks.

His nature is too noble for the world.
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
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His nature is too noble for the world.
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for's power to thunder.

Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?

Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?

All furnished, all in arms;
All plum'd like estridges that with the wind
Bated like eagles having read more

All furnished, all in arms;
All plum'd like estridges that with the wind
Bated like eagles having lately bathed;
Glittering in golden coats like images;
As full of spirit as the month of May
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.