William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.
Be it not in thy care. Go,
I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
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Be it not in thy care. Go,
I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
Bosom upon my counsel;
You'll find it wholesome.
Bosom upon my counsel;
You'll find it wholesome.
The gates of monarchs
Are arched so high that giants may jet through
And keep their impious read more
The gates of monarchs
Are arched so high that giants may jet through
And keep their impious turbans on without
Good morrow to the sun.
The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have stopped;
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The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have stopped;
But I had not so much of man in me,
And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears.
I have shot mine arrow o'er the house
And hurt my brother.
I have shot mine arrow o'er the house
And hurt my brother.
You souls of geese,
That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
From slaves that read more
You souls of geese,
That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
From slaves that apes would men!
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel
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O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel
(Who had no doubt some noble creature in her)
Dashed all to pieces! O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished!
