William Shakespeare

Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine:
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,
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Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine:
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,
Whose weakness married to thy stronger state
Makes with me thy strength to communicate.
If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,
Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss;
Who all for want of pruning, with intrusion
Infect thy sap and live on thy confusion.

O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.

O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.

A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.

Men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. read more

Men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.