William Shakespeare

I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell
And gave him what becomed love I might,
Not read more

I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell
And gave him what becomed love I might,
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

What, man, defy the devil? Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.

What, man, defy the devil? Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.

Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Tongues I'll hang on every tree
That shall civil sayings show. . . .

Tongues I'll hang on every tree
That shall civil sayings show. . . .

Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity,
read more

Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity,
And pity 'tis 'tis true--a foolish figure.