William Shakespeare

So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells.

So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells.

This day is called the feast of Crispian: He that outlives this day and comes safe home, Will stand a read more

This day is called the feast of Crispian: He that outlives this day and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.

O God! that one might read the book of fate,
And see the revolution of the times
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O God! that one might read the book of fate,
And see the revolution of the times
Make mountains level. and the continent,
Weary of solid firmness, melt itself
Into the sea!

Now begin;
For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing runs
Close by the ground, to hear our read more

Now begin;
For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing runs
Close by the ground, to hear our conference.

My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative; And I did laugh sans intermission An read more

My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative; And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.