William Shakespeare

Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
And merrily hent the stile-a.
A merry heart goes all read more

Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
And merrily hent the stile-a.
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.

Revenge and wrong bring forth their kind;
The foul cubs like their parents are.

Revenge and wrong bring forth their kind;
The foul cubs like their parents are.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
Modo he's called, and Mahu.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
Modo he's called, and Mahu.

My falcon now is sharp and passing empty,
And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged,
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My falcon now is sharp and passing empty,
And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged,
For then she never looks upon her lure.

He doth nothing but talk of his horse. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.

He doth nothing but talk of his horse. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.