William Shakespeare

If I can do it
By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,
She shall not read more

If I can do it
By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,
She shall not long continue love to him.

These violent delights have violent ends.

These violent delights have violent ends.

So smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue
That, his apparent open guilt omitted--
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So smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue
That, his apparent open guilt omitted--
I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife--
He lived from all attainder of suspects.

The birds chaunt melody on every bush,
The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun,
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The birds chaunt melody on every bush,
The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun,
The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind,
And make a checkered shadow on the ground;
Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit,
And whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds,
Replying shrilly to the well-tuned horns,
As if a double hunt were heard at once,
Let us sit down and mark their yellowing noise;
And after conflict such as was supposed
The wand'ring prince and Dido once enjoyed,
When with a happy storm they were surprised,
And curtained with a counsel-keeping cave,
We may, each wreathed in the other's arms,
Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber,
Whiles hounds and horns and sweet melodious birds
Be unto us as is a nurse's song
Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep.

I see, sir, you are liberal in offers.
You taught me first to beg, and now methinks
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I see, sir, you are liberal in offers.
You taught me first to beg, and now methinks
You teach me how a beggar should be answered.