William Shakespeare

That it may please you leave these sad designs
To him that hath most cause to be a mourner,
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That it may please you leave these sad designs
To him that hath most cause to be a mourner,
And presently repair to Crosby House;
Where--after I have solemnly interred
At Chertsey monast'ry with noble king--
And wet his grave with my repentant tears--
I will with all expedient duty see you.

Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep.

Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep.

And, being fed by us, you used us so
As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
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And, being fed by us, you used us so
As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
Useth the sparrow--did oppress our nest; . . .

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.

I see my reputation is at stake;
My fame is shrewdly gored.

I see my reputation is at stake;
My fame is shrewdly gored.