William Shakespeare

The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart--see, they bark at me.

The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart--see, they bark at me.

In his old lunes again. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.

In his old lunes again. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.

For 'tis the sport to have the enginer
Hoist with his own petar, and 't shall go hard
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For 'tis the sport to have the enginer
Hoist with his own petar, and 't shall go hard
But I will delve one yard below their mines
And blow them at the moon.

It fits us therefore ripely
Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness.

It fits us therefore ripely
Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness.

Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity
(So it be new, there's no respect how vile)
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Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity
(So it be new, there's no respect how vile)
That is not quickly buzzed into his ears?