William Shakespeare

I grant you, friends, if you should fright the ladies out of
their wits, they would have no more read more

I grant you, friends, if you should fright the ladies out of
their wits, they would have no more discretion but to hang us;
but I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently
as any suckling dove; I will roar you an 'twere any nightingale.

The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance.

The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance.

Hold, there is forty ducats. Let me have
A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
As will read more

Hold, there is forty ducats. Let me have
A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
As will disperse itself through all the veins
That the life-weary taker may fall dead,
And that the trunk may be discharged of breath
As violently as hasty powder fired
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers.
Away; go. They say there is read more

This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers.
Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in
nativity, chance, or death.

Anger is like
A full hot horse, who being allowed his way,
Self-mettle tires him.

Anger is like
A full hot horse, who being allowed his way,
Self-mettle tires him.