William Shakespeare

I will make a Star-chamber matter of it. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.

I will make a Star-chamber matter of it. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.

O, how full of briers is this working-day world! -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.

O, how full of briers is this working-day world! -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.

The woosel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
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The woosel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill--
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The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
The plain-song cuckoo grey,
Whose note full many a man doth mark,
And dares not answer nay.

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
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Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'
Like the poor cat i' th' adage?