William Shakespeare

You, sir, I entertain for one of my hundred; only I do not like
the fashion of your garments.

You, sir, I entertain for one of my hundred; only I do not like
the fashion of your garments.

A harmless necessary cat. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

A harmless necessary cat. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than read more

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

O, good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for read more

O, good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Come, my coach! Good night, ladies, good night. Sweet ladies,
good night, good night.

Come, my coach! Good night, ladies, good night. Sweet ladies,
good night, good night.