William Shakespeare

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything.

The human mortals. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The human mortals. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.

I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,
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I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,
And from the organ-pipe of fraity sings
His soul and body to their lasting rest.

On Tuesday last
A falcon, now tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl read more

On Tuesday last
A falcon, now tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.

Down on your knees, And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. read more

Down on your knees, And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 5.