• Flesch-Kincaid Level: 8
Poetry

Shakespeare

Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and askā€”Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place, Spares but the cloud...
  • Flesch-Kincaid Level: 8