William Shakespeare

I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell
And gave him what becomed love I might,
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I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell
And gave him what becomed love I might,
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.

To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.

I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.

I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.

I heard a bird so sing,
Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.

I heard a bird so sing,
Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.

A woman's general. What should we fear?

A woman's general. What should we fear?