William Shakespeare

Let fancy still in my sense in Lethe steep;
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!

Let fancy still in my sense in Lethe steep;
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!

What 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.

What 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.

I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1.

I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1.

They that stand high have many blasts to shake them.

They that stand high have many blasts to shake them.

All gold and silver rather turn to dirt,
An 'tis no better reckoned but of these
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All gold and silver rather turn to dirt,
An 'tis no better reckoned but of these
Who worship dirty gods.