William Shakespeare

Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar
Above the morning lark.

Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar
Above the morning lark.

They do not abuse the king that flatter him.
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;
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They do not abuse the king that flatter him.
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;
The thing the which is flattered, but a spark
To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing;
Whereas reproof, obedient and in order,
Fits kings as they are men, for they may err.

Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Every night he comes
With musics of all sorts, and songs composed
To her unworthiness. It nothing read more

Every night he comes
With musics of all sorts, and songs composed
To her unworthiness. It nothing steads us
To chide him from our eaves, for he persists
As if his life lay on't.

Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford read more

Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair? -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.