William Shakespeare

Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity
(So it be new, there's no respect how vile)
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Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity
(So it be new, there's no respect how vile)
That is not quickly buzzed into his ears?

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. read more

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.

And we must take the current when it serves;
Or lose our ventures.

And we must take the current when it serves;
Or lose our ventures.

When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven read more

When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Here's metal more attractive.

Here's metal more attractive.