Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
William ShakespeareOur wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
William ShakespeareIf [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening.
William ShakespeareUp and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down
William Shakespeare