William Shakespeare

I am not merry; but I do beguile
The thing I am by seeming otherwise.

I am not merry; but I do beguile
The thing I am by seeming otherwise.

For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
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For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.

I 'll warrant him heart-whole. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I 'll warrant him heart-whole. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

O Ceremony, show me but thy worth?
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else read more

O Ceremony, show me but thy worth?
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,
Creating awe and fear in other men?

Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man
Still to remember wrongs?

Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man
Still to remember wrongs?