William Shakespeare

So tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that read more

So tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes
And may not wear them.

The miserable hath no other medicine but only hope

The miserable hath no other medicine but only hope

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.

Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?

Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?

I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.

I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.