He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
William ShakespeareOne good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages.
William ShakespeareI am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with die same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?
William Shakespeare