William Shakespeare

Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death read more

Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death to nature.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through
ordeal.

Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through
ordeal.

Condemned into everlasting redemption. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Condemned into everlasting redemption. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

No place indeed should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have no bounds.

No place indeed should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have no bounds.