William Shakespeare

'Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.

'Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.

Come, my coach! Good night, ladies, good night. Sweet ladies,
good night, good night.

Come, my coach! Good night, ladies, good night. Sweet ladies,
good night, good night.

In his old lunes again. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.

In his old lunes again. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.

To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.

To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1.

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1.