William Shakespeare

O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last,
And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand,
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O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last,
And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand,
Have written strange defeatures in my face.

There is no vice so simple, but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

There is no vice so simple, but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary and old with read more

My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary and old with service.

The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements.

The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements.

From his cradle
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one,
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and read more

From his cradle
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one,
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading;
Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,
But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.