William Shakespeare

But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house,
I could a tale read more

But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house,
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.

The red wine first must rise
In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em
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The red wine first must rise
In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em
Talk us to silence.

Turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest.

Turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest.

I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
What is your study?

I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
What is your study?

Bosom upon my counsel;
You'll find it wholesome.

Bosom upon my counsel;
You'll find it wholesome.