William Shakespeare

Bleed, bleed, poor Country!
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodness dare not check thee; read more

Bleed, bleed, poor Country!
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodness dare not check thee; wear thou thy wrongs,
The title is affeered!

I 'll speak in a monstrous little voice. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.

I 'll speak in a monstrous little voice. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.

There are grades of vanity, there are only grades of ability in
concealing it.

There are grades of vanity, there are only grades of ability in
concealing it.

Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty: but who remembereth himself in read more

Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty: but who remembereth himself in joy? Is it not in mercy then that sorrow is allotted unto us?

O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!

O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!