William Shakespeare

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.

Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner.

Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner.

And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.

And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Fish not, with this melancholy bait, For this fool gudgeon, this opinion. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

Fish not, with this melancholy bait, For this fool gudgeon, this opinion. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.