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?

For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
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For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.

Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.

Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.

I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. read more

I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.