If music be the food of love
Play on, give me excess of it
That, suffiting, the appetite may sicken and so die
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summer's bliss hath all
To be or not to be, that is the question
Whether tis nobler in the mind
To suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles and fire-posing
Now is the winter of our discontent
May glorious summer by the sun of York
And all the clouds that lour upon our house
Are the arrows of our passion
And ease our





Alas, poor Ioric, I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest of most excellent fancy thrice factorial.
He hath borne thee on his back a thousand times.
Convey as I honoured.
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Thou wilt not be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.
I'll no longer be Capulet.
And all the men and women merely players, they each have their exits and their entrances.
And one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue.
But if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as leaf the town crier spoke my line.
Double, double toil and trouble.
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake.
In the cauldron boil and bake.
Eye of newt and toe.
Once to the
fire.
In you come.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more
Or close the wall up with our English dead
In peace there's nothing so become
This royal throne of kings
This sceptred isle
This earth of majesty
This sea of miles
A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse
What light through yonder window breaks
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun
Arise, Mercer, and kill the envious
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge cry
God for Harry, England, and St. George
fundament place where he took home
Romans glimpsed over the or dermal
So thoroughly構築

What heaven or hell
F legion teeth
To encircle heaven and hell

Let neither be and never be
To unconditioned cause
With our own words
We shall proceed

But, if they were truly
My life, and mine
What sceptres not to Wasенное
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