William Shakespeare

And wilt thou still be hammering treachery
To tumble down thy husband and thyself
From top of read more

And wilt thou still be hammering treachery
To tumble down thy husband and thyself
From top of honor to disgrace's feet?

We bodged again, as I have been a swan
With bootless labor swim against the tide
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We bodged again, as I have been a swan
With bootless labor swim against the tide
And spend her strength with overmatching waves.

If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
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If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.

The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life, read more

The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life, Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, More moving-delicate and full of life Into the eye and prospect of his soul. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him read more

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try