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It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
It's an ill aire where wee gaine nothing.
It's an ill aire where wee gaine nothing.
Perhaps the early grave
Which men weep over may be meant to save.
Perhaps the early grave
Which men weep over may be meant to save.
To tame the proud, the fetter'd slave to free,
These are imperial arts.
To tame the proud, the fetter'd slave to free,
These are imperial arts.
Old wine, and an old friend, are good provisions.
Old wine, and an old friend, are good provisions.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil.
That wife is an enemy to her husband who is given in marriage
against her will.
That wife is an enemy to her husband who is given in marriage
against her will.
