William Shakespeare

We will ourself in person to this war;
And, for our coffers, with too great a court
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We will ourself in person to this war;
And, for our coffers, with too great a court
And liberal largess, are grown somewhat light,
We are enforced to farm our royal realm,
The revenue whereof shall furnish us
For our affairs in hand.

And, being fed by us, you used us so
As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
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And, being fed by us, you used us so
As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
Useth the sparrow--did oppress our nest; . . .

Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.

Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.

May be he is not well.
Infirmity doth neglect all office
Whereto our health is bound.

May be he is not well.
Infirmity doth neglect all office
Whereto our health is bound.

Had she been light, like you,
Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
She might ha' been read more

Had she been light, like you,
Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
She might ha' been a grandam ere she died;
And so may you, for a light heart lives long.