William Shakespeare

My heart hath one poor string to stay it by,
Which holds but till thy news be uttered,
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My heart hath one poor string to stay it by,
Which holds but till thy news be uttered,
And then all this thou seest is but a clod
And module of confounded royalty.

I thank you for your voices, thank you!
Your most sweet voices! Now you have left your voices,
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I thank you for your voices, thank you!
Your most sweet voices! Now you have left your voices,
I have no further with you.

It is religion to be thus forsworn,
For charity itself fulfills the law
And who can never read more

It is religion to be thus forsworn,
For charity itself fulfills the law
And who can never love from charity?

O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. read more

O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Before the curing of a strong disease,
Even in the instant of repair and health,
The fit read more

Before the curing of a strong disease,
Even in the instant of repair and health,
The fit is strongest. Evils that take leave,
On their departure most of all show evil.