William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
Blood hath been shed ere now, i' th' olden time,
Ere humane stature purged the gentle weal;
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Blood hath been shed ere now, i' th' olden time,
Ere humane stature purged the gentle weal;
Ay, and since too, murders have been performed
Too terrible for the ear. The time has been
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end. But now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools. This is more strange
Than such a murder is.
There is one pain I often feel, which you will never know. It is caused by the absence of you.
There is one pain I often feel, which you will never know. It is caused by the absence of you.
He is well paid that is well satisfied,
And I delivering you am satisfied,
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He is well paid that is well satisfied,
And I delivering you am satisfied,
And therein do account myself well paid;
My mind was never yet more mercenary.
She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd She is a woman, therefore to be won
She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd She is a woman, therefore to be won
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
This night I hold an old accustomed feast,
Whereto I have invited many a guest,
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This night I hold an old accustomed feast,
Whereto I have invited many a guest,
Such as I love; and you among the store,
One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
O, break, my heart! poor bankrout, break at once!
To prison, eyes; ne'er look on liberty!
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O, break, my heart! poor bankrout, break at once!
To prison, eyes; ne'er look on liberty!
Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here,
And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!
These earthly godfathers of heaven's light,
That give a name to every fixed star,
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These earthly godfathers of heaven's light,
That give a name to every fixed star,
Have no more profit of their shining nights
Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
In delay there lies no plenty.
In delay there lies no plenty.
