William Shakespeare

Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?

Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?

I see, the jewel best enamelled
Will lose his beauty; yet the gold bides still
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I see, the jewel best enamelled
Will lose his beauty; yet the gold bides still
That others touch, and often touching will
Wear gold; and no man that hath a name,
By falsehood and corruption doth it shame.

There is thy gold--worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murder in this loathsome world,
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There is thy gold--worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murder in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none
Farewell. Buy food and get thyself in flesh.

If you can look into the seeds of time
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
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If you can look into the seeds of time
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favors nor your hate.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.