William Shakespeare

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything.

So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells.

So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells.

Trust not him that hath once broken faith.

Trust not him that hath once broken faith.

I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than read more

I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.

The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.

The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.