William Shakespeare

Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, Study to break it and not break my troth. -Love's Labour 's read more

Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, Study to break it and not break my troth. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.

Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.

Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel read more

Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel thee round!

Therefore, friends,
As far as to the sepulchre of Christ--
Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
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Therefore, friends,
As far as to the sepulchre of Christ--
Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
We are impressed and engaged to fight--
Fourthwith a power of English shall we levy,
Whose arms were moulded in their mother's womb
To chase these pagans in those holy fields
Over whose acres walked those blessed feet
Which fourteen hundred years ago were nailed
For our advantage on the bitter cross.

Hence, bashful cunning,
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!

Hence, bashful cunning,
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!