William Shakespeare

So holy and so perfect is my love,
And I in such a poverty of grace,
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So holy and so perfect is my love,
And I in such a poverty of grace,
That I shall think it a most plenteous crop
To glean the broken ears after the man
That the main harvest reaps.

You undergo too strict a paradox,
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair.

You undergo too strict a paradox,
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair.

I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. read more

I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

Yet looks he like a king. Behold, his eye,
As bright as is the eagle's lightens forth
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Yet looks he like a king. Behold, his eye,
As bright as is the eagle's lightens forth
Controlling majesty.

O let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks!

O let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks!