William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
My dear dear lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation. That away,
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My dear dear lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation. That away,
Man are but gilded loam or painted clay.
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That sucked the honey of his music vows,
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And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That sucked the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason
Like sweet bells jangled, out of time and harsh,
That unmatched form and feature of blown youth
Blasted with ecstasy.
Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through
ordeal.
Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through
ordeal.
I bought an unction of a mountebank,
So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,
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I bought an unction of a mountebank,
So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,
Where it draws blood so cataplasm so rare,
Collected from all simples that have virtue
Under the moon, can save the thing from death
That is but scratched withal. I'll touch my point
With this contagion, that, if I gall him slightly,
It may be death.
With this there grows
In my most ill-compos'd affection such
A stanchless avarice that, were I King,
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With this there grows
In my most ill-compos'd affection such
A stanchless avarice that, were I King,
I should cut off the nobles for their lands,
Desire his jewels, and this other's house,
And my more-having would be as a sauce
To make me hunger more, that I should forge
Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,
Destroying them for wealth.
Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace.
Leave gormandizing.
Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace.
Leave gormandizing.
Perseverance, dear my lord,
Keeps honor bright; to have done, is to hang
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Perseverance, dear my lord,
Keeps honor bright; to have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mock'ry.
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.
And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,
And dressed myself in such humility
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And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,
And dressed myself in such humility
That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths
Even in the presence of the crowned king.
The worst is not
So long as we can say 'This is the worst.'
The worst is not
So long as we can say 'This is the worst.'
