William Shakespeare

Did he so often lodge in open field,
In winter's cold and summer's parching heat,
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Did he so often lodge in open field,
In winter's cold and summer's parching heat,
To conquer France, his true inheritance?

Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.

Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes ill deeds done.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes ill deeds done.

Enough, with over-measure. -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Enough, with over-measure. -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.

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?