William Shakespeare

There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
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There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.

To have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery.

To have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery.

There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth;… and there is salmons in read more

There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth;… and there is salmons in both. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 7.

But when I came, alas, to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering read more

But when I came, alas, to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.

I would that I were low laid in my grave.
I am not worth this coil that's made for read more

I would that I were low laid in my grave.
I am not worth this coil that's made for me.