William Shakespeare

Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.

Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.

Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.

Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.

What think you, if he were conveyed to bed,
Wrapped in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
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What think you, if he were conveyed to bed,
Wrapped in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
A most delicious banquet by his bed,
And brave attendants near him when he wakes,
Would not the beggar then forget himself?

Now, good my lord,
Let there be some more test made of my mettle
Before so noble read more

Now, good my lord,
Let there be some more test made of my mettle
Before so noble and so great a figure
Be stamped upon it.

A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the
very ice of chastity is in them.

A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the
very ice of chastity is in them.