William Shakespeare

Thy gown? Why, ay--come, tailor, let us see't.
O mercy, God, what masquing stuff is there?
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Thy gown? Why, ay--come, tailor, let us see't.
O mercy, God, what masquing stuff is there?
What's this, a sleeve? 'Tis like a demi-cannon.
What, up and down carved like an apple tart?
Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash,
Like to a censer in a barber's shop.
Why, what's a devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?

I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.

I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.

How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

Come, now a roundel and a fairy song;
Then, for the third part of a minute, hence--
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Come, now a roundel and a fairy song;
Then, for the third part of a minute, hence--
Some to kill canters in the musk-rose buds,
Some war with reremice for their leathren wings,
To make my small elves coats, and some keep back
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders
At our quaint spirits.

My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things.

My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things.