William Shakespeare

Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night.
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Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night.
Methought it did relieve my passion much,
More than light airs and recollected terms
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times.
Come, but one verse.

Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know

Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know

With devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.

With devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.

Great men have reaching hands.

Great men have reaching hands.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.