William Shakespeare

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.

Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have
Immortal longings in me.

Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have
Immortal longings in me.

Away, and mock the time with fairest show;
False face must hide what the false heart doth khow.

Away, and mock the time with fairest show;
False face must hide what the false heart doth khow.

No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.

No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.

But that our feasts
In every mess have folly, and the feeders
Digest it with a custom, read more

But that our feasts
In every mess have folly, and the feeders
Digest it with a custom, I should blush
To see you so attired, swoon, I think,
To show myself a glass.