William Shakespeare

And wer't not madness then
To make the fox surveyor of the fold.

And wer't not madness then
To make the fox surveyor of the fold.

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.

Under your good correction, I have seen
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.

Under your good correction, I have seen
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.

Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night.
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Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night.
Methought it did relieve my passion much,
More than light airs and recollected terms
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times.
Come, but one verse.

In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
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In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively have quit it.