William Shakespeare

Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. -Coriolanus. Act read more

Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. -Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 3.

In poison there is physic; and these news,
Having been well, that would have made me sick,
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In poison there is physic; and these news,
Having been well, that would have made me sick,
Being sick, have in some measure made me well.

Why, now blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.

Why, now blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.

Why, universal plodding poisons up
The nimble spirits in the arteries,
As motion and long-during action tires
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Why, universal plodding poisons up
The nimble spirits in the arteries,
As motion and long-during action tires
The sinewy vigor of the traveller.

At lovers' perjuries,
They say Jove laughs.

At lovers' perjuries,
They say Jove laughs.