William Shakespeare

If music be the food of love, play on.

If music be the food of love, play on.

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.

Nay, but do so then; and look you, he may come and go between you
both; and in any read more

Nay, but do so then; and look you, he may come and go between you
both; and in any case have a nay-word, that you may know one
another's mind, and the boy never need to understand anything;
for 'tis not good that children should know any wickedness. Old
folks, you know, have discretion, as they say, and know the
world.

Thus the whirligig of time
Brings in his revenges.

Thus the whirligig of time
Brings in his revenges.

For murder though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.

For murder though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.