William Shakespeare

Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity
(So it be new, there's no respect how vile)
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Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity
(So it be new, there's no respect how vile)
That is not quickly buzzed into his ears?

Would the cook were o' my mind!

Would the cook were o' my mind!

. . . For slander lives upon succession,
For ever housed where it gets possession.

. . . For slander lives upon succession,
For ever housed where it gets possession.

My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night--
Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about
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My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night--
Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about
The other four in wondrous motion.

Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!

Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!