William Shakespeare

When holy and devout religious men
Are at their beads, 'tis much to draw them thence,
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When holy and devout religious men
Are at their beads, 'tis much to draw them thence,
So sweet is zealous contemplation.

[F]ew things loves better
Than to abhor himself-- . . .

[F]ew things loves better
Than to abhor himself-- . . .

Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Of starved people. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Of starved people. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night,
Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.

O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night,
Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.

I am never merry when I hear sweet music. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

I am never merry when I hear sweet music. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.