Tag: Play

Could great men thunderAs Jove himself does, Jove would ne’er be quiet,For every pelting, petty officerWould use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thunder.Merciful Heaven, 5Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous boltSplits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak,Than the soft myrtle. But man, proud man,Dress’d in a little brief authority,Most ignorant of what he’s most…