William Shakespeare

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep,
And in his simple show he harbors treason.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep,
And in his simple show he harbors treason.

Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
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Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death to nature.

Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.

Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.

Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,
But with a crafty madness keeps aloof
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Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,
But with a crafty madness keeps aloof
When we would bring him on to some confession
Of his true state.

Epicurean cooks
Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite,
That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honor
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Epicurean cooks
Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite,
That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honor
Evan till a Lethe'd dulness--