William Shakespeare

Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his read more

Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,
I knit my handkercher about your brows--
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Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,
I knit my handkercher about your brows--
The best I had, a princess wrought it me--
And I did never ask it you again;
And with my hand at midnight held your head,
And like the watchful minutes to the hour,
Still and anon cheered up the heavy time,
Saying, 'What lack you?' and 'Where lies your grief?'

As for a camel To thread the postern of a small needle's eye. -King Richard II. Act v. Sc. 5.

As for a camel To thread the postern of a small needle's eye. -King Richard II. Act v. Sc. 5.

Now, ye familiar spirits that are culled
Out of the powerful legions under earth,
Help me this read more

Now, ye familiar spirits that are culled
Out of the powerful legions under earth,
Help me this once, that France may get the field.

A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats; a base, proud,
shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy
worsted-stocking read more

A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats; a base, proud,
shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy
worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-faking, whoreson,
glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue;
one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd in way of
good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave,
beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch;
one whom I will beat into clamorous whining if thou deny'st the
least syllable of thy addition.