William Shakespeare

The sweat of industry would dry and die,
But for the end it works to.

The sweat of industry would dry and die,
But for the end it works to.

It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
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It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say 'It lightens.'

Lord, what fools these mortals be.

Lord, what fools these mortals be.

To feed were best at home;
From thence, the sauce is meat to ceremony:
Meeting were bare read more

To feed were best at home;
From thence, the sauce is meat to ceremony:
Meeting were bare without it.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. read more

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.