William Shakespeare

O Cicero,
I have seen tempests when the scolding winds
Have rived the knotty oaks, and I read more

O Cicero,
I have seen tempests when the scolding winds
Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen
Th' ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam
To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds;
But never till to-night, never till now,
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.

Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch!
I am descended of a gentler blood.
Thou art no father nor read more

Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch!
I am descended of a gentler blood.
Thou art no father nor friend of mine.

Murder most foul, as in the best it is,
But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

Murder most foul, as in the best it is,
But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. -King Henry IV. read more

'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.

Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire,
Begin it with weak straws.

Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire,
Begin it with weak straws.