William Shakespeare

How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! -As You Like It. Act v. read more

How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 2.

My heart is ever at your service, my lord.

My heart is ever at your service, my lord.

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.

Brain him with his lady's fan. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Brain him with his lady's fan. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3.

As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.

As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.