William Shakespeare

Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.

Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.

Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.

Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.

The mountain was in labour, and Jove was afraid, but it brought
forth a mouse.

The mountain was in labour, and Jove was afraid, but it brought
forth a mouse.

To move wild laughter in the throat of death?
It cannot be; it is impossible:
Mirth cannot read more

To move wild laughter in the throat of death?
It cannot be; it is impossible:
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.

Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.

Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.