William Shakespeare

And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age! -As You read more

And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age! -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Happy man be his dole! -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Happy man be his dole! -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. read more

Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.

New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
(Nay, let 'em be unmanly), yet are followed.

New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
(Nay, let 'em be unmanly), yet are followed.

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell
That he hath turned a heaven unto a hell!

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell
That he hath turned a heaven unto a hell!