William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart--see, they bark at me.
The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart--see, they bark at me.
I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,
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I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,
And from the organ-pipe of fraity sings
His soul and body to their lasting rest.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding read more
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
'A took my father grossly, full of bread,
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
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'A took my father grossly, full of bread,
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
And how his audit stands, who knows save heaven?
Ingratitude is monstrous
Ingratitude is monstrous
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
Which of them shall I take?
Both? One? Or neither? Neither can be enjoyed,
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Which of them shall I take?
Both? One? Or neither? Neither can be enjoyed,
If both remain alive. To take the widow
Exasperates, makes mad her sister Goneril;
And hardly shall I carry out my side,
Her husband being alive.
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
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For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
