William Shakespeare

Our compell'd sins Stand more for number than for accompt. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Our compell'd sins Stand more for number than for accompt. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 4.

The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain read more

The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn, and near approaches
The subject of our watch.

Lay her in the earth,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring.

Lay her in the earth,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring.

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you? -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you? -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.

With these shreds
They vented their complainings, which being answered
And a petition granted them, a strange read more

With these shreds
They vented their complainings, which being answered
And a petition granted them, a strange one,
To break the heart of generosity,
And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps
As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon,
Shouting their emulation.