William Shakespeare

Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.

Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.

And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age! -As You read more

And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age! -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Diseases desperate grown
By desparate appliance are relieved,
Or not at all.

Diseases desperate grown
By desparate appliance are relieved,
Or not at all.

I follow him, to serve my turn upon him.

I follow him, to serve my turn upon him.

Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.

Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.