William Shakespeare

Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
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Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel thee round!

When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
And I must minister the like to you.

When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
And I must minister the like to you.

Old father antic the law. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.

Old father antic the law. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.

Let music sound while he doth make his choice;
Then if he lose he makes a swanlike end,
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Let music sound while he doth make his choice;
Then if he lose he makes a swanlike end,
Fading in music.

A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her.

A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her.