William Shakespeare

I'll privily away; I love the people,
But do not like to stage me to their eyes;
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I'll privily away; I love the people,
But do not like to stage me to their eyes;
Though it do well, I do not relish well
Their loud applause and aves vehement,
Nor do I think the man of safe discretion
That does not affect it.

Wherefore are these things hid? -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.

Wherefore are these things hid? -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.

Out of their saddles into the dirt--and thereby hangs a tale.

Out of their saddles into the dirt--and thereby hangs a tale.

If you can look into the seeds of time
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
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If you can look into the seeds of time
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favors nor your hate.

And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as
if I borrowed mine oaths of him read more

And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as
if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my
pleasure.