William Shakespeare

To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. -Much Ado read more

To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.

Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.

Here comes one with a paper: God give him grace to groan!

Here comes one with a paper: God give him grace to groan!

The learned pate
Ducks to the golden fool. All's obliquy;
There's nothing level in our cursed natures
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The learned pate
Ducks to the golden fool. All's obliquy;
There's nothing level in our cursed natures
But direct villainy.

With these shreds
They vented their complainings, which being answered
And a petition granted them, a strange read more

With these shreds
They vented their complainings, which being answered
And a petition granted them, a strange one,
To break the heart of generosity,
And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps
As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon,
Shouting their emulation.