William Shakespeare

And thereby hangs a tale. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act iv. Sc. 1.

And thereby hangs a tale. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act iv. Sc. 1.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.

Yet thanks I must you con
That you are thieves professed, that you work not
In holier read more

Yet thanks I must you con
That you are thieves professed, that you work not
In holier shapes; for there is boundless theft
In limited professions.

Fly pride, says the peacock: mistress, that you know.

Fly pride, says the peacock: mistress, that you know.

Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. read more

Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 1.