William Shakespeare

Sceptre and crown must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
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Sceptre and crown must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.

Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.

Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.

Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look.

Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look.

O, how thy worth with manners may I sing
When thou art all the better part of me?
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O, how thy worth with manners may I sing
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring,
And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?

So honour peereth in the meanest habit.

So honour peereth in the meanest habit.