William Shakespeare

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain read more

The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn, and near approaches
The subject of our watch.

I thank you for your voices, thank you!
Your most sweet voices! Now you have left your voices,
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I thank you for your voices, thank you!
Your most sweet voices! Now you have left your voices,
I have no further with you.

How he in peace is wounded, not in war.

How he in peace is wounded, not in war.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

The course of true love never did run smooth.