William Shakespeare

But Hercules himself must yield to odds;
And many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hews down read more

But Hercules himself must yield to odds;
And many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hews down and fells the hardest-timbered oak.

It is a pretty mocking of the life.

It is a pretty mocking of the life.

Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 3.

'Ay,' quoth my uncle Gloucester,
'Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.'
And since, methinks, read more

'Ay,' quoth my uncle Gloucester,
'Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.'
And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast,
Because sweet flow'rs are slow and weeds make haste.

Done to death by slanderous tongues. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 3.

Done to death by slanderous tongues. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 3.