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The Quality of Mercy by William Shakespeare

Posted on January 3, 2014 by Russell Boyle

from The Merchant of Venice (Portia to Shylock) The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. … Continue reading →

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Song of the Witches by William Shakespeare

Posted on September 3, 2013 by Russell Boyle

Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I Round about the cauldron go; In the poison’d entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights hast thirty one Swelter’d venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot. Double, double toil … Continue reading →

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Sonnet 29 by William Shakespeare

Posted on January 14, 2013 by Russell Boyle

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, … Continue reading →

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Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare

Posted on December 14, 2012 by Russell Boyle

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen … Continue reading →

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Sigh No More by William Shakespeare

Posted on November 20, 2012 by Russell Boyle

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never. Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all … Continue reading →

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Come Away, Come Away, Death by William Shakespeare

Posted on October 6, 2012 by Russell Boyle

Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid. Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of … Continue reading →

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Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare

Posted on August 7, 2012 by Russell Boyle

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: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven … Continue reading →

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