William Shakespeare

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
Meeting the check of such another day;
And since read more

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
Meeting the check of such another day;
And since this business so fair is done,
Let us not leave till all our own be won.

I bought an unction of a mountebank,
So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,
Where read more

I bought an unction of a mountebank,
So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,
Where it draws blood so cataplasm so rare,
Collected from all simples that have virtue
Under the moon, can save the thing from death
That is but scratched withal. I'll touch my point
With this contagion, that, if I gall him slightly,
It may be death.

Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
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Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death to nature.

My falcon now is sharp and passing empty,
And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged,
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My falcon now is sharp and passing empty,
And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged,
For then she never looks upon her lure.

A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.

A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.