Call me what instrume you will,though you can fret me,yet you cannot play upon me. Author: William Shakespeare Copy Quote More from William Shakespeare “Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee?BEATRICE Yea, signior, and…” “The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste dest…” “Purpose is but the slave to memory,Of violent birth, but poor validity;” “A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that …”