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.

Preferment goes by letter and affection.

Preferment goes by letter and affection.

By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.

By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.

A high hope for a low heaven. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

A high hope for a low heaven. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

Alas! sir,
In what have I offended you? What cause
Hath my behaviour given to your displeasure?

Alas! sir,
In what have I offended you? What cause
Hath my behaviour given to your displeasure?