William Shakespeare

With foreheads villanous low. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.

With foreheads villanous low. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honored love,
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Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honored love,
I rather would entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad
Than, living dully sluggardized at home,
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse read more

Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught

If you did wed my sister for her wealth,
Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness:
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If you did wed my sister for her wealth,
Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness:
Or if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth;
Muffle your false love with some show of blindness:
Let not my sister read it in your eye;
Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator;
Look sweet, spear fair, become disloyalty;
Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger;
Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted;
Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint;
Be secret-false: what need she be acquainted?

They say miracles are past. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.

They say miracles are past. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.