William Shakespeare

Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry cock-a-diddle-dowe.

Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry cock-a-diddle-dowe.

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. -The Merchant of read more

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 3.

All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown.
Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.

All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown.
Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.

O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face!
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?

O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face!
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?