William Shakespeare

Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness. -The Merchant of Venice. Act read more

Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

Confess yourself to heaven,
Repent what's past, avoid what is to come,
And do not spread the read more

Confess yourself to heaven,
Repent what's past, avoid what is to come,
And do not spread the compost on the weeds
To make them ranker.

And wer't not madness then
To make the fox surveyor of the fold.

And wer't not madness then
To make the fox surveyor of the fold.

Our praises are our wages.

Our praises are our wages.

The hair that covers the wit is more than the wit, for the
greater hides the less.

The hair that covers the wit is more than the wit, for the
greater hides the less.