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• Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Venus and Adonis, Line 145...
• For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Venus and Adonis, Line 1019...
• For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Lucrece, Line 1306...
• Cursed be he that moves my bones.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Shakespeare's Epitaph...
• O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies In the small orb of one particular tear.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- A Lover's Complaint, Line 288...
• Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet iii...
• Full many a glorious morning have I seen.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xxxiii...
• My nature is subdu'd To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet cxi...
• Still constant is a wondrous excellence.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet cv...