William Shakespeare

With these shreds
They vented their complainings, which being answered
And a petition granted them, a strange read more

With these shreds
They vented their complainings, which being answered
And a petition granted them, a strange one,
To break the heart of generosity,
And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps
As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon,
Shouting their emulation.

The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.

The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.

Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
The table round.

Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
The table round.

My cake is dough. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 1.

My cake is dough. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 1.

Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.

Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.