William Shakespeare

Mocking the air with colours idly spread. -King John. Act v. Sc. 1.

Mocking the air with colours idly spread. -King John. Act v. Sc. 1.

My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things.

My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things.

The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on,
And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.

The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on,
And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.

I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.

I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God,
My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.

Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God,
My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.