William Shakespeare

Anger is like
A full hot horse, who being allowed his way,
Self-mettle tires him.

Anger is like
A full hot horse, who being allowed his way,
Self-mettle tires him.

Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have
Immortal longings in me.

Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have
Immortal longings in me.

These most brisk and giddy-paced times. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.

These most brisk and giddy-paced times. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.

They do not abuse the king that flatter him.
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;
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They do not abuse the king that flatter him.
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;
The thing the which is flattered, but a spark
To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing;
Whereas reproof, obedient and in order,
Fits kings as they are men, for they may err.

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,—but not for love. -As You Like It. Act read more

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,—but not for love. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.