Shakespeare

Who is a man that is not
? angry








I am disgraced, impeach'd and baffled here,
Pierced to the soul with slander's venom'd
spear,
The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood
Which breathed this poison








The villany you
teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction









O, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be
nothing worth













Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind,
And makes it fearful and degenerate;
Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep.