William Shakespeare

O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.

O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.

Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.

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.

Epicurean cooks
Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite,
That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honor
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Epicurean cooks
Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite,
That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honor
Evan till a Lethe'd dulness--

Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.

Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.