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- The beast with many heads butts me away.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Coriolanus, Act IV, sc. 1
- The common herd.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Julius Caesar, Act I, sc. 2
- If music be the food of love, play on; give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Twelfth Night, Act I, sc. 1
- Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze
By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods; Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), The Merchant of Venice, Act V, sc. 1
- To know the cause why music was ordain'd! Was it not to refresh the mind of a man after his studies or his usual pain?
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), The Taming of the Shrew, Act III, sc. 1
- Beware the ides of March.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Sonnet LVI
- In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, when birds do sing... sweet lovers love the spring.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), As You Like It, Act V, sc. 3
- Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), The Tempest, Act V, sc. 1
- 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 lease hath all too short a date. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Sonnet XVIII
- That time of year thou may'st in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,- Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Sonnet LXXIII
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