William Shakespeare

Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
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Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

I saw young Harry with his visor up.

I saw young Harry with his visor up.

And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It read more

And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.

It must be so, for miracles are ceased
And therefore we must needs admit the means
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It must be so, for miracles are ceased
And therefore we must needs admit the means
How things are perfected.

Love is a spirit of all compact of fire.

Love is a spirit of all compact of fire.