William Shakespeare

His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.

His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.

Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks. read more

Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks. Her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.

We bodged again, as I have been a swan
With bootless labor swim against the tide
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We bodged again, as I have been a swan
With bootless labor swim against the tide
And spend her strength with overmatching waves.

Many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

Many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.