William Shakespeare

Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back
When gold and silver becks me to come on.

Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back
When gold and silver becks me to come on.

We may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running.

We may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running.

He that hath the grace of God, hath wealth enough.

He that hath the grace of God, hath wealth enough.

The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have stopped;
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The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have stopped;
But I had not so much of man in me,
And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears.

Such men as he be never at heart's ease
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
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Such men as he be never at heart's ease
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
And therefore are they very dangerous.