William Shakespeare

Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.

Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.

For aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never read more

For aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.

The ides of March are come.

The ides of March are come.

Why, who cries out on pride
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow read more

Why, who cries out on pride
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea
Till that the weary very means do ebb?

I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!

I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!