William Shakespeare

The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light; . . .

The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light; . . .

There's some ill planet reigns.
I must be patient till the heavens look
With an aspect more read more

There's some ill planet reigns.
I must be patient till the heavens look
With an aspect more favorable.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything.

I do not hate a proud man, as I do hate the engendering of toads.

I do not hate a proud man, as I do hate the engendering of toads.

O that this too too sullied flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew,
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O that this too too sullied flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew,
Or that the Everlasting had not fixed
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter.