William Shakespeare

Her tears will pierce into a marble heart.

Her tears will pierce into a marble heart.

Condemned into everlasting redemption. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Condemned into everlasting redemption. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

This apoplexy, as I take it, is a kind of lethargy, an't please
your lordship, a kind of sleeping read more

This apoplexy, as I take it, is a kind of lethargy, an't please
your lordship, a kind of sleeping in the blood, a whoreson
tingling.

Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity,
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Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity,
And pity 'tis 'tis true--a foolish figure.

Sweets to the sweet! Farewell.

Sweets to the sweet! Farewell.