William Shakespeare

Tongues I'll hang on every tree
That shall civil sayings show. . . .

Tongues I'll hang on every tree
That shall civil sayings show. . . .

So holy and so perfect is my love,
And I in such a poverty of grace,
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So holy and so perfect is my love,
And I in such a poverty of grace,
That I shall think it a most plenteous crop
To glean the broken ears after the man
That the main harvest reaps.

All this I see; and I see that the fashion wears out more apparel
than the man. But art read more

All this I see; and I see that the fashion wears out more apparel
than the man. But art not thou thyself giddy with the fashion
too, that thou hast shifted out of thy tale into telling me of
the fashion?

The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.

The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.