William Shakespeare

And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night.
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Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night.
Methought it did relieve my passion much,
More than light airs and recollected terms
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times.
Come, but one verse.

Berowne they call him; but a merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
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Berowne they call him; but a merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes deeds ill done!

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes deeds ill done!

I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!

I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!