William Shakespeare

Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority.

Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.

O how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!

O how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!

Of all complexions the culled sovereignty
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek,
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Of all complexions the culled sovereignty
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek,
Where several worthies make one dignity,
Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek.

My dear dear lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation. That away,
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My dear dear lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation. That away,
Man are but gilded loam or painted clay.