William Shakespeare

Springes to catch woodcocks.

Springes to catch woodcocks.

If thou art rich, thou'rt poor,
For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows,
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If thou art rich, thou'rt poor,
For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey,
And death unloads thee.

But to the purpose--for we cite our faults
That they may hold excused our lawless lives;
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But to the purpose--for we cite our faults
That they may hold excused our lawless lives;
And partly, seeing you are beautified
With goodly shape, and by your own report
A linguist, and a man of such perfection
As we do in our quality much want--

I fear it is too choleric a meat.
How say you to a fat tripe finely broiled?

I fear it is too choleric a meat.
How say you to a fat tripe finely broiled?

He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
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He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake.
His coward lips did from their color fly,
And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world
Did lose his luster.