William Shakespeare

Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.

Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.

(Berowne:) What is the end of study, let me know?
(King:) What, that to know which else we should read more

(Berowne:) What is the end of study, let me know?
(King:) What, that to know which else we should not know.
(Berowne:) Things hid and barred, you mean, from common sense?
(King:) Ay, that is study's godlike recompense.

Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit
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Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit
That could be moved to smile at anything.

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?

For what is he they follow? Truly, gentlemen,
A bloody tyrant and a homicide;
One raised in read more

For what is he they follow? Truly, gentlemen,
A bloody tyrant and a homicide;
One raised in blood and one in blood established;
One that made means to come by what he hath,
And slaughtered those that were the means to help him;
A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
Of England's chair, where he is falsely set;
One that hath ever been God's enemy.