William Shakespeare

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit,
The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell;
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The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit,
The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell;
My mistress made it one upon my cheek:
She is so hot because the meat is cold;
The meat is cold because you come not home;
You come not home because you have no stomach;
You have no stomach, having broke your fast;
But we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray,
Are penitent for your default to-day.

The noble sister of Publicola,
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
That's curded by the read more

The noble sister of Publicola,
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
That's curded by the frost from purest snow
And hangs on Dian's temple--dear Valeria!

What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted.

What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted.

Now out of this nettle, danger, will I pluck the flower, safety.

Now out of this nettle, danger, will I pluck the flower, safety.