O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
William ShakespeareSorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.
William ShakespeareShall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute 'shall'?
William Shakespeare