William Shakespeare

Nay, master, said not I as much when I saw the porpoise, how he
bounced and tumbled? They say read more

Nay, master, said not I as much when I saw the porpoise, how he
bounced and tumbled? They say they're half fish, half flesh. A
plague on them! They ne'er come but I look to be washed.

If't be summer news,
Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st
But keep that count'nance still.

If't be summer news,
Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st
But keep that count'nance still.

Every man can master a grief but he that has it.

Every man can master a grief but he that has it.

Lord, what fools these mortals be.

Lord, what fools these mortals be.

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
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That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater, being wooed of time;
For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.