William Shakespeare

Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit
read more

Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit
That could be moved to smile at anything.

A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
And blow it to the source from whence it came.
read more

A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
And blow it to the source from whence it came.
Thy very beams will dry those vapors up,
For every cloud engenders not a storm.

A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, When the age is in the wit is read more

A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, When the age is in the wit is out. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Last night the very gods showed me a vision--
I fast and prayed for their intelligence--thus:
I read more

Last night the very gods showed me a vision--
I fast and prayed for their intelligence--thus:
I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, winged
From the spongy south to this part of the west,
There vanished in the sunbeams; which portends,
Unless my sins abuse my divination,
Success to th' Roman host.

Oft expectation fails and most oft there Where most it promises, and oft it hits Where hope is coldest and read more

Oft expectation fails and most oft there Where most it promises, and oft it hits Where hope is coldest and despair most fits.