William Shakespeare

Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse read more

Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught

So holy and so perfect is my love,
And I in such a poverty of grace,
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So holy and so perfect is my love,
And I in such a poverty of grace,
That I shall think it a most plenteous crop
To glean the broken ears after the man
That the main harvest reaps.

Another lean unwashed artificer
Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.

Another lean unwashed artificer
Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.

Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.

Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.

Ten day ago I drowned these news in tears;
And now, to add more measure to your woes,
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Ten day ago I drowned these news in tears;
And now, to add more measure to your woes,
I come to tell you things sith then befallen.