William Shakespeare

Let music sound while he doth make his choice;
Then if he lose he makes a swanlike end,
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Let music sound while he doth make his choice;
Then if he lose he makes a swanlike end,
Fading in music.

Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
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Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
O, that that earth which kept the world in awe
Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!

What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?

What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?

The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance read more

The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Come, our stomachs
Will make what's homely savory.

Come, our stomachs
Will make what's homely savory.