William Shakespeare

But come, I'll tell thee all my whole device
When I am in my coach, which stays for us
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But come, I'll tell thee all my whole device
When I am in my coach, which stays for us
At the park gate; and therefore haste away,
For we must measure twenty miles to-day.

Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.

Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.

In my mind's eye, Horatio.

In my mind's eye, Horatio.

That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil.

That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil.

How goes it now, sir? This news which is called true is so like
an old tale that the read more

How goes it now, sir? This news which is called true is so like
an old tale that the verity of it is in strong suspicion.