William Shakespeare

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

A woman's general. What should we fear?

A woman's general. What should we fear?

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
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Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
But where unbruised youth with unstuffed brain
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.

In my mind's eye, Horatio.

In my mind's eye, Horatio.

Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape
calumny.

Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape
calumny.