William Shakespeare

O Ceremony, show me but thy worth?
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else read more

O Ceremony, show me but thy worth?
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,
Creating awe and fear in other men?

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

All places that the eye of heaven visits,
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.

All places that the eye of heaven visits,
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.

The early village cock
Hath twice done salutation to the morn:
Your friends are up and buckle read more

The early village cock
Hath twice done salutation to the morn:
Your friends are up and buckle on their armor.

Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself,
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear
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Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself,
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear
That thou are crowned, not that I am dead.