William Shakespeare

The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.

The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.

If half thy outward graces had been placed
About the thoughts and counsels of thy heart.

If half thy outward graces had been placed
About the thoughts and counsels of thy heart.

Villain and he be many miles asunder.

Villain and he be many miles asunder.

Thou art a traitor.
Off with his head! Now by Saint Paul I swear
I will not read more

Thou art a traitor.
Off with his head! Now by Saint Paul I swear
I will not dine until I see the same.

The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.

The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.