William Shakespeare

There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.

There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.

Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
The table round.

Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
The table round.

The sweat of industry would dry and die,
But for the end it works to.

The sweat of industry would dry and die,
But for the end it works to.

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

Of all complexions the culled sovereignty
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek,
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Of all complexions the culled sovereignty
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek,
Where several worthies make one dignity,
Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek.