William Shakespeare

Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be
silent, that you may hear.

Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be
silent, that you may hear.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.

Men shut their doors against the setting sun.

Men shut their doors against the setting sun.

Coal-black is better than another hue
In that it scorns to bear another hue;
For all the read more

Coal-black is better than another hue
In that it scorns to bear another hue;
For all the water in the ocean
Can never turn the swan's black legs to white,
Although she lave them hourly in the flood.

Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.

Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.