William Shakespeare

The birds chaunt melody on every bush,
The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun,
The green read more

The birds chaunt melody on every bush,
The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun,
The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind,
And make a checkered shadow on the ground;
Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit,
And whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds,
Replying shrilly to the well-tuned horns,
As if a double hunt were heard at once,
Let us sit down and mark their yellowing noise;
And after conflict such as was supposed
The wand'ring prince and Dido once enjoyed,
When with a happy storm they were surprised,
And curtained with a counsel-keeping cave,
We may, each wreathed in the other's arms,
Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber,
Whiles hounds and horns and sweet melodious birds
Be unto us as is a nurse's song
Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep.

As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle--and is not a
buff jerkin in a most read more

As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle--and is not a
buff jerkin in a most sweet robe of durance?

Take all the swift advantage of the hours.

Take all the swift advantage of the hours.

Every one can master a grief but he that has it. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Every one can master a grief but he that has it. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 2.

In such a night
Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew,
And saw the lion's shadow ere himself,
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In such a night
Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew,
And saw the lion's shadow ere himself,
And ran dismayed away.