William Shakespeare

Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing. -King Henry VIII. read more

Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 1.

A little fire is quickly trodden out;
Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

A little fire is quickly trodden out;
Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only
Which your disease requires.

Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only
Which your disease requires.

I must be cruel only to be kind.

I must be cruel only to be kind.

A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. -Love's Labour 's Lost. read more

A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.