William Shakespeare

Let me be cruel, not unnatural;
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
My tongue read more

Let me be cruel, not unnatural;
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites:
How in my words somever she be shent,
To give them seals never, my soul, consent!

It is religion to be thus forsworn,
For charity itself fulfills the law
And who can never read more

It is religion to be thus forsworn,
For charity itself fulfills the law
And who can never love from charity?

These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i' th' alehouse.

These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i' th' alehouse.

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?

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name
would smell as sweet.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name
would smell as sweet.