Category: Shakespeare
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‘Sonnet 146′ by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,Feeding these rebel powers that thee array,Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? 4Why so large cost, having so short a lease,Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body’s end?…
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‘Measure for Measure’ [extract from Act 2, scene ii] by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Could great men thunderAs Jove himself does, Jove would ne’er be quiet,For every pelting, petty officerWould use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thunder.Merciful Heaven, 5Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous boltSplits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak,Than the soft myrtle. But man, proud man,Dress’d in a little brief authority,Most ignorant of what he’s most…
