William Shakespeare

Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.

Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.

Mine eyes
Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor read more

Mine eyes
Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart,
That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious
To have mistrusted her.

The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.

The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.

More mild, but yet more harmful; kind in hatred.

More mild, but yet more harmful; kind in hatred.

This was the noblest Roman of them all.
All the conspirators save only he
Did that they read more

This was the noblest Roman of them all.
All the conspirators save only he
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He, only in a general honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.