William Shakespeare

But that your royal pleasure must be done,
This act is as an ancient tale new told,
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But that your royal pleasure must be done,
This act is as an ancient tale new told,
And in the last repeating troublesome,
Being urged at a time unreasonable.

Fly pride, says the peacock: mistress, that you know.

Fly pride, says the peacock: mistress, that you know.

What are these,
So withered and so wild in their attire
That took not like th' inhabitants read more

What are these,
So withered and so wild in their attire
That took not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth
And yet are on't?

O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side! -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 2.

O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side! -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 2.

O, that he were here to write me down an ass! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

O, that he were here to write me down an ass! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.