William Shakespeare

And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
Making the hard way sweet and delectable.

And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
Making the hard way sweet and delectable.

Charm ache with air, and agony with words. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.

Charm ache with air, and agony with words. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man that function
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My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man that function
Is smothered in surmise and nothing is
But what is not.

So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

They were all like one another as halfpence are, every one fault
seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to read more

They were all like one another as halfpence are, every one fault
seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it.