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==Templates for Shakespeare==
 
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Could great men thunder
As Jove himself does, Jove would never be quiet,
For every pelting petty officer
Would use his heaven for thunder, nothing but thunder.
Merciful heaven,
Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt
Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak
Than the soft myrtle. But man, proud man,
Dressed in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assured,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As makes the angels weep, who, with our spleens,
Would all themselves laugh mortal.
  Measure for Measure, 2.2.113–126


Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
 
No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself
But by reflection, by some other things.
 
'Tis just;
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your shadow. …
 
Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
That you would have me seek into myself
For that which is not in me?
 
Therefor, good Brutus, be prepared to hear.
And since you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself
That of yourself which you yet know not of.
  Julius Caesar, 1.2.53–72


Templates for Robert Burns

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Template for The Lady of Shalott


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    Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott, [Ten, xx]