William Shakespeare

The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. -As You Like It. Act ii. read more

The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.

She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
And I loved her for having pitied them.

She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
And I loved her for having pitied them.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

Prithee, friend,
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and the bad together: read more

Prithee, friend,
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and the bad together: he's friends with Caesar,
In state of health, thou say'st, and thou say'st, free.

The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
And is not careful what they mean thereby.

The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
And is not careful what they mean thereby.