William Shakespeare

This is very midsummer madness. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

This is very midsummer madness. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.

The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.

Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.

Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.

To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
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To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to.

It had a dying fall;
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
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It had a dying fall;
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odor.