William Shakespeare

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

I prithee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy
tidings.

I prithee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy
tidings.

O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence
Love takes the meaning in love's conference.

O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence
Love takes the meaning in love's conference.

O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!
Then with passion would I shake the world,
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O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!
Then with passion would I shake the world,
And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy
Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,
Which scorns a modern invocation.

Cytherea,
How bravely thou becom'st thy bed, fresh lily,
And whiter than the sheets!

Cytherea,
How bravely thou becom'st thy bed, fresh lily,
And whiter than the sheets!