William Shakespeare

O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence
Love takes the meaning in love's conference.

O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence
Love takes the meaning in love's conference.

For 'tis the sport to have the enginer
Hoist with his own petar, and 't shall go hard
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For 'tis the sport to have the enginer
Hoist with his own petar, and 't shall go hard
But I will delve one yard below their mines
And blow them at the moon.

O, good my lord, no Latin!
I am not such a truant since my coming
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O, good my lord, no Latin!
I am not such a truant since my coming
As not to know the language I have lived in.
A strnage tongue makes my cause more strnage, suspicious.
Pray speak in English.

Yet do I fear thy nature.
It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness
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Yet do I fear thy nature.
It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way.

How use doth breed a habit in a man!
This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook read more

How use doth breed a habit in a man!
This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns.