William Shakespeare

The mountain was in labour, and Jove was afraid, but it brought
forth a mouse.

The mountain was in labour, and Jove was afraid, but it brought
forth a mouse.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied read more

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.

I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips.

I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips.

He tells me flatly there's no mercy for me in heaven because I am
a Jew's daughter; and he read more

He tells me flatly there's no mercy for me in heaven because I am
a Jew's daughter; and he says you are no good member of the
commonwealth, for in converting Jews to Christians you raise the
price of pork.

I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
What is your study?

I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
What is your study?