William Shakespeare

How quickly nature falls into revolt
When gold becomes her object!
For this the foolish overcareful fathers
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How quickly nature falls into revolt
When gold becomes her object!
For this the foolish overcareful fathers
Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care.
Their bones with industry.
For this they have engrossed and piled up
The cankered heaps of strange-achieved gold;
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts and martial exercises.

Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how read more

Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, reply.
It is engend'red in the eyes,
With gazing fed, and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.

The silver livery of advised age.

The silver livery of advised age.

Be stirring as the time, be fire with fire;
Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow
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Be stirring as the time, be fire with fire;
Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow
Of bragging horror.

All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown.
Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.

All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown.
Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.