William Shakespeare

Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;
'Tis just the fashion. Wherefore do you look
Upon that read more

Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;
'Tis just the fashion. Wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?

Now, ye familiar spirits that are culled
Out of the powerful legions under earth,
Help me this read more

Now, ye familiar spirits that are culled
Out of the powerful legions under earth,
Help me this once, that France may get the field.

Weariness
Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.

Weariness
Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.

The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.

The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.