William Shakespeare

It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
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It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say 'It lightens.'

Be stirring as the time, be fire with fire;
Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow
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Be stirring as the time, be fire with fire;
Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow
Of bragging horror.

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. -King Henry read more

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I pardon him as God shall pardon me.

I pardon him as God shall pardon me.

There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
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There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.