William Shakespeare

Thus the whirligig of time
Brings in his revenges.

Thus the whirligig of time
Brings in his revenges.

Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine:
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,
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Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine:
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,
Whose weakness married to thy stronger state
Makes with me thy strength to communicate.
If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,
Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss;
Who all for want of pruning, with intrusion
Infect thy sap and live on thy confusion.

The boy hath sold him a bargain,—a goose. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.

The boy hath sold him a bargain,—a goose. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?

Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?

Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on read more

Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.