William Shakespeare

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

The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.

The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.

With foreheads villanous low. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.

With foreheads villanous low. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.

O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield? -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.

O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield? -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
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Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
Do scald me like molten lead.