William Shakespeare

Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.

But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!'

But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!'

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

O cunning enemy that, to catch a saint,
With saints dost bait thy hook: most dangerous
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O cunning enemy that, to catch a saint,
With saints dost bait thy hook: most dangerous
Is that temptation that doth goad us on
To sin in loving virtue.

What think you, if he were conveyed to bed,
Wrapped in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
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What think you, if he were conveyed to bed,
Wrapped in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
A most delicious banquet by his bed,
And brave attendants near him when he wakes,
Would not the beggar then forget himself?