William Shakespeare

O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last,
And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand,
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O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last,
And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand,
Have written strange defeatures in my face.

There's some ill planet reigns.
I must be patient till the heavens look
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There's some ill planet reigns.
I must be patient till the heavens look
With an aspect more favorable.

Shall I say to Caesar
What you require of him? For he partly begs
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Shall I say to Caesar
What you require of him? For he partly begs
To be desired to give. It much would please him
That of his fortunes you should make a staff
To lean upon.

And with them words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich.

And with them words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich.

There is gold for you. Sell me your good report.

There is gold for you. Sell me your good report.