William Shakespeare

Would the cook were o' my mind!

Would the cook were o' my mind!

Not that I have the power to clutch my hand
When his fair angels would salute by palm,
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Not that I have the power to clutch my hand
When his fair angels would salute by palm,
But for my hand, as unattempted yet,
Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail
And say there is no sin but to be rich;
And being rich, my virtue then shall be
To say there is no vice but beggary.

But in this point
All his tricks founder and he brings his physic
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But in this point
All his tricks founder and he brings his physic
After his patient's death: the king already
Hath married the fair lady.

Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.

Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.

He must needs go that the devil drives. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3.

He must needs go that the devil drives. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3.