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Aubade by William Shakespeare

HARK! hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings,And Phoebus ‘gins arise,His steeds to water at those springsOn chaliced flowers that lies;And winking Mary-buds beginTo ope their golden eyes:With everything that pretty bin,My lady sweet, arise!Arise, arise!

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Antony and Cleopatra by William Shakespeare

Enobarbus describes Queen Cleopatra Enobarbus: I will tell you.The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne,Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold;Purple the sails, and so perfumed thatThe winds were lovesick with them; the oars were silver,Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and madeThe water which they beat to follow…

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All the World’s a Stage by William Shakespeare

All the world’s a stage,And all the men and women merely players;They have their exits and their entrances,And one man in his time plays many parts,His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchelAnd shining morning face, creeping like snailUnwillingly to school. And…

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A Madrigal by William Shakespeare

Crabbed Age and YouthCannot live together:Youth is full of pleasance,Age is full of care;Youth like summer morn,Age like winter weather;Youth like summer brave,Age like winter bare:Youth is full of sports,Age’s breath is short,Youth is nimble, Age is lame:Youth is hot and bold,Age is weak and cold,Youth is wild, and Age is tame:-Age, I do abhor…

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Lover’s Complaint by William Shakespeare

FROM off a hill whose concave womb rewordedA plaintful story from a sistering vale,My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale;Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,Storming her world with sorrow’s wind and rain. Upon her head a platted hive of…

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A Fairy Song by William Shakespeare

Over hill, over dale,Thorough bush, thorough brier,Over park, over pale,Thorough flood, thorough fire!I do wander everywhere,Swifter than the moon’s sphere;And I serve the Fairy Queen,To dew her orbs upon the green;The cowslips tall her pensioners be;In their gold coats spots you see;Those be rubies, fairy favours;In those freckles live their savours;I must go seek some…