William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
The sweat of industry would dry and die,
But for the end it works to.
The sweat of industry would dry and die,
But for the end it works to.
Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum.
Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum.
We do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
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We do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy.
Give me the ocular proof.
Give me the ocular proof.
One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow.
One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth,
Contagious blastments are are most imminent.
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth,
Contagious blastments are are most imminent.
Yet gold all is not that doth golden seem.
Yet gold all is not that doth golden seem.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.
So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.
So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.
