William Shakespeare

This Tharsus, o'er which I have the government,
A city on whom Plenty held full hand,
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This Tharsus, o'er which I have the government,
A city on whom Plenty held full hand,
For Riches strewed herself even in her streets;
Whose towers bore heads so high they kissed the clouds,
And strangers ne'er beheld but wond'red at;
Whose men and dames so jetted and adorned,
Like one another's glass to trim them by;
Their tables were stored full, to glad the sight,
And not so much to feed on as delight;
All poverty was scorned, and pride so great
The name of help grew odious to repeat.

What a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin
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What a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin
than Dobbin my thill-horse has on his tail.

He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it read more

He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

It may do good; pride hath no other glass
To show itself but pride, for supple knees
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It may do good; pride hath no other glass
To show itself but pride, for supple knees
Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees.

Sick now? droop now? This sickness doth infect
The very lifeblood of our enterprise.

Sick now? droop now? This sickness doth infect
The very lifeblood of our enterprise.