William Shakespeare

Of all complexions the culled sovereignty
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek,
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Of all complexions the culled sovereignty
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek,
Where several worthies make one dignity,
Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek.

Yet do I fear thy nature.
It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness
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Yet do I fear thy nature.
It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way.

What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide

What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide

Give me the ocular proof.

Give me the ocular proof.

How use doth breed a habit in a man!
This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook read more

How use doth breed a habit in a man!
This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns.