It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.
William ShakespeareWithin the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court.
William ShakespeareThere is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history, fully unfold.
William ShakespeareWhat is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you. On Helenโs cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new. Speak of the spring and foison of the year; The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear, And you in every blessรจd shape we know. In all external grace you have some part, But you like none, none you, for constant heart.
William Shakespeare