William Shakespeare

They do not love that do not show their love.

They do not love that do not show their love.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. -Much Ado read more

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive
If you will these graces to the grave,
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Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive
If you will these graces to the grave,
And leave the world no copy.

'Tis too much proved,--that with devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.

'Tis too much proved,--that with devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.

What think you, if he were conveyed to bed,
Wrapped in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
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What think you, if he were conveyed to bed,
Wrapped in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
A most delicious banquet by his bed,
And brave attendants near him when he wakes,
Would not the beggar then forget himself?