William Shakespeare

Boils and plagues
Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd
Further than seen, . . .

Boils and plagues
Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd
Further than seen, . . .

It is a creature
That dotes on Cassio, as 'tis the strumpet's plague
To beguile many and read more

It is a creature
That dotes on Cassio, as 'tis the strumpet's plague
To beguile many and be beguiled by one.

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 2.

But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
Quenched in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon,
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But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
Quenched in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon,
And the imperial vot'ress passed on,
In maiden meditation, fancy-free.

Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. read more

Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act iii. Sc. 1.