William Shakespeare

Come, let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me. All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let's read more

Come, let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me. All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let's mock the midnight bell.

But jealous souls will not be answered so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
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But jealous souls will not be answered so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
But jealous for they're jealous.
'Tis a monster
Begot upon itself, born on itself.

An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.

An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.

And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It read more

And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.

When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.