William Shakespeare

Nay, do not think I flatter.
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue read more

Nay, do not think I flatter.
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue hast but thy good spirits
To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered?
No, let the candied tongue like absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning.

Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.

Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.

Comparisons are odorous. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Comparisons are odorous. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Let us make an honourable retreat. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Let us make an honourable retreat. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.