William Shakespeare

For the poor wren
(The most diminutive of birds) will fight,
Her young ones in her nest, read more

For the poor wren
(The most diminutive of birds) will fight,
Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.

Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.

Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.

This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs; if we
grow all to be pork-eaters, we shall read more

This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs; if we
grow all to be pork-eaters, we shall not shortly have a rasher on
the coals for money.

It had a dying fall;
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes read more

It had a dying fall;
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odor.

Hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou
halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of read more

Hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou
halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion.