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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.


It is enough I may but call her mine.

 Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Why, so he doth, when he delivers you Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, 
  • I promise you, I scarcely know myself:
 These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives; this that was so full of his ropery? 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy, So, thanks to all at once, and to each one, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Decline all this, and see what now thou art: 
When second husband kisses me in bed.
 The ocean, overpeering of his list, A document in madness,--thoughts and remembrance fitted. To make an act of tragic violence:--