William Shakespeare

My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary and old with read more

My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary and old with service.

The shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.

The shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.

The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Man delights not me--nor woman neither, though, by your smiling
you seem to say so.

Man delights not me--nor woman neither, though, by your smiling
you seem to say so.

But that your royal pleasure must be done,
This act is as an ancient tale new told,
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But that your royal pleasure must be done,
This act is as an ancient tale new told,
And in the last repeating troublesome,
Being urged at a time unreasonable.