William Shakespeare

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet
again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping!

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet
again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping!

Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.

Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.

Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know

Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know

They say miracles are past. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.

They say miracles are past. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.

For you know, nuncle,
The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long
That it's had it head bit read more

For you know, nuncle,
The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long
That it's had it head bit off by it young.