William Shakespeare

For the poor wren
(The most diminutive of birds) will fight,
Her young ones in her nest, read more

For the poor wren
(The most diminutive of birds) will fight,
Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

My dear dear lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation. That away,
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My dear dear lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation. That away,
Man are but gilded loam or painted clay.

Thy deathbed is no lesser than thy land,
Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;
And thou, too read more

Thy deathbed is no lesser than thy land,
Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;
And thou, too careless patient as thou art,
Committ'st thy anointed body to the cure
Of those physicians that first wounded thee.

She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
And in her heart she scorns our poverty.

She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
And in her heart she scorns our poverty.