William Shakespeare

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything. read more

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything. The wills above be
done, but I would fain die a dry death.

And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

They were all like one another as halfpence are, every one fault
seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to read more

They were all like one another as halfpence are, every one fault
seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it.

His overthrow heaped happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found read more

His overthrow heaped happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little.

So tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that read more

So tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes
And may not wear them.