William Shakespeare

And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot; read more

And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks. read more

Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks. Her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.

My tables--meet it is I set it down
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
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My tables--meet it is I set it down
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark.

You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant!
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true read more

You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant!
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true as steel.

They say be parted well and paid his score,
And so, God be with him.

They say be parted well and paid his score,
And so, God be with him.