William Shakespeare

Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back
When gold and silver becks me to come on.

Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back
When gold and silver becks me to come on.

Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth,
With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks,
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Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth,
With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks,
Turn all her mother's pains and benefits
To laughter and contempt, that she may feel
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child.

All the learned and authentic fellows. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.

All the learned and authentic fellows. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.

'T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through. -King Henry VIII. Act read more

'T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 2.

The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword,
Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state,
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The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword,
Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
Th' observed of all observers, quite, quite down!