William Shakespeare

The web of life is of mingled yarn, good and ill together.

The web of life is of mingled yarn, good and ill together.

'T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through. -King Henry VIII. Act read more

'T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 2.

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance: they are but beggars who can count their read more

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance: they are but beggars who can count their worth.

No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My Lord Protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know read more

No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My Lord Protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know their master loves to be aloft
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.

They do not love that do not show their love.

They do not love that do not show their love.