William Shakespeare

The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.

The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.

Warwick, peace, Proud setter up and puller down of kings! -King Henry VI. Part III. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Warwick, peace, Proud setter up and puller down of kings! -King Henry VI. Part III. Act iii. Sc. 3.

My mind gave me,
In seeking tales and informations
Against this man, whose honesty the devil
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My mind gave me,
In seeking tales and informations
Against this man, whose honesty the devil
And his disciples only envy at,
Ye blew the fire that burns ye: now have at ye!

Man delights not me--nor woman neither, though, by your smiling
you seem to say so.

Man delights not me--nor woman neither, though, by your smiling
you seem to say so.

The language I have learnt these forty years,
My native English, now I must forgo;
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The language I have learnt these forty years,
My native English, now I must forgo;
And now my tongue's use is to me no more
Than an unstringed viol or a harp,
Or like a cunning instrument cased up
Or, being open, put into his hands
That knows no touch to tune the harmony.