William Shakespeare

What our contempts do often hurl from us,
We wish it ours again.

What our contempts do often hurl from us,
We wish it ours again.

This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, read more

This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms,
Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart;
And in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statue
(Which all the while ran blood) great Caesar fell.

Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2.

Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2.

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.

Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die! -King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3.

Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die! -King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3.