William Shakespeare

What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?

What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?

Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue
But moody and dull melancholy,
Kinsman to a grim and comfortless read more

Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue
But moody and dull melancholy,
Kinsman to a grim and comfortless despair,
And at her heels a huge infectious troop
Of pale distemperatures and foes to life?

A load would sink a navy. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

A load would sink a navy. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I give this heavy weight from off my head
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
The read more

I give this heavy weight from off my head
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
The pride of kingly sway from out my heart.
With mine own tears I wash away my balm,
With mine own hands I give away my crown,
With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
With mine own breath release all duty's rites.

Jesters do oft prove prophets.

Jesters do oft prove prophets.