Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen,
no matter.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night
-- Act iii, Sc. 2
no matter.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night
-- Act iii, Sc. 2
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- As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink,
very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, That... - More matter for a May morning.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.... - Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night --... - Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
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William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night --... - Out of the jaws of death.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.... - Put thyself into the trick of singularity.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.... - Still you keep o' the windy side of the law.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.... - This is very midsummer madness.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.... - T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night --...
