William Shakespeare

I dote on his very absence.

I dote on his very absence.

If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
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If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.

When daisies pied and violets blue
And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
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When daisies pied and violets blue
And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men: for thus sings he, Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo: O, word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!

Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,
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I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,
And from the organ-pipe of fraity sings
His soul and body to their lasting rest.