William Shakespeare

A murderer and a villain,
A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
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A murderer and a villain,
A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
Of your precedent lord, a vice of kings,
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole
And put it in his pocket--

An two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind.

An two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind.

What, man! more water glideth by the mill
That wots the miller of; and easy it is
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What, man! more water glideth by the mill
That wots the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know:
Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother,
Better then he have worn Vulcan's badge.

Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame.
These are read more

Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame.
These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope,
They do not point on me.

We do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds read more

We do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy.