William Shakespeare

I give this heavy weight from off my head
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
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I give this heavy weight from off my head
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
The pride of kingly sway from out my heart.
With mine own tears I wash away my balm,
With mine own hands I give away my crown,
With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
With mine own breath release all duty's rites.

A very ancient and fish-like smell. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.

A very ancient and fish-like smell. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.

I think the King is but a man as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to read more

I think the King is but a man as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me.

Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace.
Leave gormandizing.

Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace.
Leave gormandizing.

O how full of briars is this working-day world.

O how full of briars is this working-day world.