William Shakespeare

Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel read more

Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel thee round!

Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of
sables.

Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of
sables.

No, misery makes sport to mock itself.

No, misery makes sport to mock itself.

'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. -King Henry IV. read more

'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.

Condemned into everlasting redemption. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Condemned into everlasting redemption. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.