William Shakespeare

Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honored love,
I rather read more

Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honored love,
I rather would entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad
Than, living dully sluggardized at home,
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

To say the truth, so Judas kissed his master
And cried, 'All hail!' when as he meant all harm.

To say the truth, so Judas kissed his master
And cried, 'All hail!' when as he meant all harm.

The shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.

The shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.

She hath made me four and twenty nosegays for the
shearers--three-man songmen all, and very good ones; but they read more

She hath made me four and twenty nosegays for the
shearers--three-man songmen all, and very good ones; but they are
most of them means and bases, but one puritan amongst them, and
he sings psalms to hornpipes.

So full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.

So full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.