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  • The language I have learnt these forty years, My native English, now I must forgo; And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp, Or like a cunning instrument cased up Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : William Shakespeare Quotes , Hands Quotes , Years Quotes
  • The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die' But if that flow'r with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : William Shakespeare Quotes , Summer Quotes , Weed Quotes