William Shakespeare

Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite,
Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes,
That banish what read more

Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite,
Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes,
That banish what they sue for: redeem thy brother
By yielding up thy body to my will,
Or else he must not only die the death,
But thy unkindess shall his death draw out
To ling'ring sufferance.

Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,
And welcome home again discarded faith.

Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,
And welcome home again discarded faith.

Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all
The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis receiv'd,
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Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all
The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis receiv'd,
And is enough for both.

[F]ew things loves better
Than to abhor himself-- . . .

[F]ew things loves better
Than to abhor himself-- . . .

I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers. -King Henry IV. Part read more

I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.