William Shakespeare

My poverty, but not my will consents.

My poverty, but not my will consents.

You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me;
Let not my worser spirit tempt me again
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You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me;
Let not my worser spirit tempt me again
To die before you please.

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
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Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
But where unbruised youth with unstuffed brain
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.

My desolation does begin to make
A better life.

My desolation does begin to make
A better life.

Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.