William Shakespeare

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.

And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse read more

And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.

Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.

Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.

A deal of skimble-skamble stuff. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

A deal of skimble-skamble stuff. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not is our stars,
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Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not is our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.