William Shakespeare

I wished your venison better--it was ill killed.

I wished your venison better--it was ill killed.

Lay her in the earth,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring.

Lay her in the earth,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring.

Young in limbs, in judgment old.

Young in limbs, in judgment old.

The woosel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
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The woosel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill--
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The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
The plain-song cuckoo grey,
Whose note full many a man doth mark,
And dares not answer nay.

I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. read more

I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.