William Shakespeare

When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

I have marked
A thousand blushing apparitions
To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames
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I have marked
A thousand blushing apparitions
To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness beat away those blushes,
And in her eye there hath appeared a fire
To burn the errors that these princes hold
Against her maiden truth.

No place indeed should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have no bounds.

No place indeed should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have no bounds.

I follow him, to serve my turn upon him.

I follow him, to serve my turn upon him.

Why, who cries out on pride
That can therein tax any private party?
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Why, who cries out on pride
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea
Till that the weary very means do ebb?