William Shakespeare

'Tis too much proved,--that with devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.

'Tis too much proved,--that with devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.

The setting sun, and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
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The setting sun, and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
Writ in remembrance more than things long past.

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye.

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye.

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.