Category William Shakespeare

From The Rape Of Lucrece

Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under, Cozening the pillow of a lawful kiss; Who, therefore angry, seems to part in sunder, Swelling on either side to want his bliss; Between whose hills her head entombed is; Where like…

William Shakespeare Epitaph

Good frend for Iesvs sake forebeare, To digg the dvst encloased heare. Bleste be Middle English the.svg man Middle English that.svg spares thes stones, And cvrst be he Middle English that.svg moves my bones. In modern spelling: Good friend for…