William Shakespeare

Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.

Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.

A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew! Now, infidel, I have you on the hip. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. read more

A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew! Now, infidel, I have you on the hip. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity,
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Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity,
And pity 'tis 'tis true--a foolish figure.

O dearest soul, your cause doth strike my heart
With pity that doth make me sick.

O dearest soul, your cause doth strike my heart
With pity that doth make me sick.

Kings are earth's gods; in vice their law's their will.

Kings are earth's gods; in vice their law's their will.