William Shakespeare

All swol'n with chafing, down Adonis sits,
Banning his boist'rous and unruly beast;
And now the happy read more

All swol'n with chafing, down Adonis sits,
Banning his boist'rous and unruly beast;
And now the happy season once more fits
That lovesick Love by pleading may be blest;
For lovers say the heart hath treble wrong
When it is barred the aidance of the tongue.

There is a divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance or death.

There is a divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance or death.

Let us make an honourable retreat. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Let us make an honourable retreat. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh
And sees fast-by a butcher with an axe,
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Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh
And sees fast-by a butcher with an axe,
But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter?

I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of
discretion, and I will right myself like read more

I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of
discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.