William Shakespeare

Friends, Romans countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

Friends, Romans countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh
And sees fast-by a butcher with an axe,
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Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh
And sees fast-by a butcher with an axe,
But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter?

I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.

I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.

A woman's general. What should we fear?

A woman's general. What should we fear?

I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat read more

I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat away those blushes. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.