William Shakespeare

In those holy fields Over whose acres walked those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our read more

In those holy fields Over whose acres walked those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.

I will not choose what many men desire,
Because I will not jump with common spirits
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I will not choose what many men desire,
Because I will not jump with common spirits
And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.

All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee read more

All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.

Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death read more

Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death to nature.

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

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