William Shakespeare

For nimble thought can jump both sea and land,

As soon as think the place where he would be

For nimble thought can jump both sea and land,

As soon as think the place where he would be

O learn to read what silent love hath writ,

To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.

But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,

And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger

For nimble thought can jump both sea and land,

As soon as think the place where he would be.

men should be what they seem.

She did deceive her father, marrying you;
And when she seem'd to shake and fear your looks,
She loved them most.

The world's a huge thing: it is a great price.
For a small vice.

But I do think it is their husbands' faults
If wives do fall: say that they slack their duties,
And pour our treasures into foreign laps,
Or else break out in peevish jealousies,
Throwing restraint upon us; or say they strike us,
Or scant our former having in despite;
Why, we have galls, and though we have some grace,
Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know
Their wives have sense like them: they see and smell
And have their palates both for sweet and sour,
As husbands have. What is it that they do
When they change us for others? Is it sport?
I think it is: and doth affection breed it?
I think it doth: is't frailty that thus errs?
It is so too: and have not we affections,
Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?
Then let them use us well: else let them know,
The ills we do, their ills instruct us so.

Yet I'll not shed her blood;
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men