William Shakespeare

Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
And with a virtuous vizor hide deep vice!

Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
And with a virtuous vizor hide deep vice!

My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.

My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.

Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was for read more

Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was for not being such a smile;
The smile mocking the sigh that it would fly
From so divine a temple to commix
With winds that sailors rail at.

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.

. . . The dove and very blessed spirit of peace, . . .

. . . The dove and very blessed spirit of peace, . . .