William Shakespeare

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

The quality of mercy is not strain'd; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It read more

The quality of mercy is not strain'd; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.

Wise men ne'er wail their present woes.

Wise men ne'er wail their present woes.

Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue
But moody and dull melancholy,
Kinsman to a grim and comfortless read more

Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue
But moody and dull melancholy,
Kinsman to a grim and comfortless despair,
And at her heels a huge infectious troop
Of pale distemperatures and foes to life?

To climb steep hills
Requires slow pace at first.

To climb steep hills
Requires slow pace at first.