Antony and Cleopatra

then is it sin
To rush into the secret house of death,
Ere death dare come to us?

then is it sin
To rush into the secret house of death,
Ere death dare come to us?

then is it sin
To rush into the secret house of death,
Ere death dare come to us?

thou art
The armourer of my heart

thou art
The armourer of my heart

But there is never a fair woman has a true face.

That truth should be silent I had almost forgot.

, ignorant of ourselves,
Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers
Deny us for our good; so find we profit
By losing of our prayers.

I love long life better than figs.

His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm
Crested the world: his voice was propertied
As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;
But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,
There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas
That grew the more by reaping: his delights
Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above
The element they lived in: in his livery
Walk'd crowns and crownets; realms and islands were
As plates dropp'd from his pocket.