William Shakespeare

Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks. read more

Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks. Her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.

Every true man's apparel fits your thief. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Every true man's apparel fits your thief. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Mine eyes
Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor read more

Mine eyes
Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart,
That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious
To have mistrusted her.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.