William Shakespeare

At lovers' perjuries,
They say Jove laughs.

At lovers' perjuries,
They say Jove laughs.

Not that I have the power to clutch my hand
When his fair angels would salute by palm,
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Not that I have the power to clutch my hand
When his fair angels would salute by palm,
But for my hand, as unattempted yet,
Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail
And say there is no sin but to be rich;
And being rich, my virtue then shall be
To say there is no vice but beggary.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, read more

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

Let me be cruel, not unnatural;
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
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Let me be cruel, not unnatural;
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites:
How in my words somever she be shent,
To give them seals never, my soul, consent!

Ah! when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made.

Ah! when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made.