William Shakespeare

I cannot give thee less, to be called grateful.
Thou thought'st to help me, and such thanks I give
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I cannot give thee less, to be called grateful.
Thou thought'st to help me, and such thanks I give
As one near death to those that wish him live.

A friend should bear a friend's infirmities.

A friend should bear a friend's infirmities.

Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy tongue,
And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform.

Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy tongue,
And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform.

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
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That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater, being wooed of time;
For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.

Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.

Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.