William Shakespeare

I have shot mine arrow o'er the house
And hurt my brother.

I have shot mine arrow o'er the house
And hurt my brother.

With taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish.

With taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish.

Praise her but for this her without-door form--
Which on my faith deserves high speech--and straight
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Praise her but for this her without-door form--
Which on my faith deserves high speech--and straight
The shrug, the hum or ha, these pretty brands
That calumny doth use--O, I am out,
That mercy does, for calumny will sear
Virtue itself--these shrugs, these hums and ha's,
When you have said she's goodly, come between
Ere you can say she's honest.

If you can look into the seeds of time
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
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If you can look into the seeds of time
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favors nor your hate.

The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth
The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover,
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The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth
The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover,
Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank,
Conceives by idleness, and nothing teems
But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burrs,
Losing both beauty and utility.