William Shakespeare

Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. -Coriolanus. Act read more

Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. -Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 3.

Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
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Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
O, that that earth which kept the world in awe
Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!

I tell you that which you yourselves do know,
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
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I tell you that which you yourselves do know,
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me.

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.

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.