William Shakespeare

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
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That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater, being wooed of time;
For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.

We are ready to try our fortunes To the last man. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2.

We are ready to try our fortunes To the last man. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

Here, here, and everywhere, he leaves and takes,
Dexterity so obeying appetite
That what he will he read more

Here, here, and everywhere, he leaves and takes,
Dexterity so obeying appetite
That what he will he does, and does so much
That proof is called impossibility.