William Shakespeare

I go, I go, look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.

I go, I go, look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.

Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.

Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.

Would he were fatter! But I fear him not.
Yet if my name were liable to fear,
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Would he were fatter! But I fear him not.
Yet if my name were liable to fear,
I do not know the man I should avoid
So soon as that spare Cassius.

The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.

The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.

And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as read more

And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.