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Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
"OTHELLO,” Act II, Sc. 3.
When daisies pied and violets blue,
-"Love's LABOR'S Lost," Act V, Sc. 2.
This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
This other Eden, demi-paradise; This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war; This happy breed of men, this little world, 5 This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
“RICHARD II," Act II, Sc. 1.
Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
And merrily hent the stile-a :
- From “ WINTER'S TALE."
The Downfall of Wolsey
Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! 15 This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost;
And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely 20 His greatness is a ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,
But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride
- From “ HENRY VIII.”
The Noble Nature
It is not growing like a tree
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Song on a May Morning
Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,
O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
And our eternal home:
Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
To endless years the same.