William Shakespeare

My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary and old with read more

My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary and old with service.

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet
again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping!

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet
again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping!

If thou dost slander her and torture me,
Never pray more; abandon all remorse;
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If thou dost slander her and torture me,
Never pray more; abandon all remorse;
On horror's head horrors accumulate;
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed;
For nothing canst thou to damnation add
Greater than that.

How many cowards whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
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How many cowards whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars,
Who inward searched, have livers white as milk!

Therefore, friends,
As far as to the sepulchre of Christ--
Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
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Therefore, friends,
As far as to the sepulchre of Christ--
Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
We are impressed and engaged to fight--
Fourthwith a power of English shall we levy,
Whose arms were moulded in their mother's womb
To chase these pagans in those holy fields
Over whose acres walked those blessed feet
Which fourteen hundred years ago were nailed
For our advantage on the bitter cross.