Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; but, God He knows, thy share thereof is small.
William ShakespeareCry "havoc!" and let loose the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
William ShakespeareI'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!
William ShakespeareTis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up tine, supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
William Shakespeare