William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
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From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leapt with him;
Yet nor the lays of birds, not the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odor and in hue,
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Yet seemed it winter still, and you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.
Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.
Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.
I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
What is your study?
I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
What is your study?
Consideration, like an angel, came And whipped the offending Adam out of him. -King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1.
Consideration, like an angel, came And whipped the offending Adam out of him. -King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1.
Good wine needs no bush. -As You Like It. Epilogue.
Good wine needs no bush. -As You Like It. Epilogue.
No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner read more
No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 2.
Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. -As You Like It. read more
Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
Anon, as patient as the female dove
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
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Anon, as patient as the female dove
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
His silence will sit drooping.
No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.