William Shakespeare

. . . For slander lives upon succession,
For ever housed where it gets possession.

. . . For slander lives upon succession,
For ever housed where it gets possession.

But come, I'll tell thee all my whole device
When I am in my coach, which stays for us
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But come, I'll tell thee all my whole device
When I am in my coach, which stays for us
At the park gate; and therefore haste away,
For we must measure twenty miles to-day.

For 'tis the sport to have the enginer
Hoist with his own petar, and 't shall go hard
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For 'tis the sport to have the enginer
Hoist with his own petar, and 't shall go hard
But I will delve one yard below their mines
And blow them at the moon.

O Cromwell, Cromwell,
Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, read more

O Cromwell, Cromwell,
Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.

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.