William Shakespeare

Ingratitude is monstrous; and for the multitude to be ingrateful
were to make a monster of the multitude; of read more

Ingratitude is monstrous; and for the multitude to be ingrateful
were to make a monster of the multitude; of which we being
members, should bring ourselves to be monstrous members.

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.

I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

It is a creature
That dotes on Cassio, as 'tis the strumpet's plague
To beguile many and read more

It is a creature
That dotes on Cassio, as 'tis the strumpet's plague
To beguile many and be beguiled by one.

Yet marked O where the bolt of Cupid fell.
It fell upon a little western flower,
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Yet marked O where the bolt of Cupid fell.
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.