William Shakespeare

Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,
And welcome home again discarded faith.

Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,
And welcome home again discarded faith.

Hoy-day!
What a sweep of vanity comes this way!

Hoy-day!
What a sweep of vanity comes this way!

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under read more

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves.

I have touched the highest point of all my greatness; And from that full meridian of my glory I haste read more

I have touched the highest point of all my greatness; And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in read more

But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.