William Shakespeare

My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind:
So flewed, so sanded, and their heads are hung
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My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind:
So flewed, so sanded, and their heads are hung
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-kneed, and dewlapped like Thessalian bulls;
Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells,
Each under each.

The learned pate
Ducks to the golden fool. All's obliquy;
There's nothing level in our cursed natures
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The learned pate
Ducks to the golden fool. All's obliquy;
There's nothing level in our cursed natures
But direct villainy.

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly followed.

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly followed.

The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.

The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.

We do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
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We do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy.