William Shakespeare

Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my King, He would not in mine age read more

Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my King, He would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, read more

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.

Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.

Ah, poor our sex! this fault in us I find,
The error of our eye directs our mind.
read more

Ah, poor our sex! this fault in us I find,
The error of our eye directs our mind.
What error leads must error.

The mercy that was quick in us but late,
By your own counsel is suppressed and killed.
read more

The mercy that was quick in us but late,
By your own counsel is suppressed and killed.
You must not dare for shame to talk of mercy;
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms
As dogs upon their masters, worrying you.