William Shakespeare

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en.
In brief, sir, study what you most effect.

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en.
In brief, sir, study what you most effect.

I charge thee, Satan, housed within this man,
To yield possession to my holy prayers,
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I charge thee, Satan, housed within this man,
To yield possession to my holy prayers,
And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight.
I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything.

But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised,
And mine that I was proud on--mine so much
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But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised,
And mine that I was proud on--mine so much
That I myself was to myself not mine,
Valuing of her--why she, O, she is fall'n
Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again,
And salt too little which may season give
To her foul tainted flesh!

Palsied eld. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Palsied eld. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.