William Shakespeare

Yet gold all is not that doth golden seem.

Yet gold all is not that doth golden seem.

When holy and devout religious men
Are at their beads, 'tis much to draw them thence,
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When holy and devout religious men
Are at their beads, 'tis much to draw them thence,
So sweet is zealous contemplation.

Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all.

Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all.

If thou couldst, doctor, cast
The water of my land, find her disease,
And purge it to read more

If thou couldst, doctor, cast
The water of my land, find her disease,
And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud you again.

Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how read more

Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, reply.
It is engend'red in the eyes,
With gazing fed, and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.