There's her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December.
William ShakespeareI hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.
William ShakespeareCome unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot is featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Ariel's song, scene II, Act I
William Shakespeare