William Shakespeare

Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.

Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.

Discomfort guides my tongue
And bids me speak of nothing but despair.

Discomfort guides my tongue
And bids me speak of nothing but despair.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
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She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
And she will sing the song that pleaseth you
And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep,
Charming your brood with pleasing heaviness,
Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep
As is the difference betwixt day and night
The hour before the heavenly-harnessed team
Begins his golden progress in the east.

Be stirring as the time, be fire with fire;
Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow
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Be stirring as the time, be fire with fire;
Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow
Of bragging horror.