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Friends and Flatterers by William Shakespeare

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Friends and Flatterers    by William Shakespeare Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find: Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend; But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want. If that one be prodigal, Bountiful they will him call, And with such-like flattering, 'Pity but he were a king;' If he be addict to vice, Quickly him they will entice; If to women he be bent, They have at commandement: But if Fortune once do frown, Then farewell his great renown They that fawn'd on him before Use his company no more. He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep; Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.   William Shakespeare William Shakespeare was an English playw...
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going for the water

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Going for water The well was dry beside the door And so went with pail and can, Across the fields behind the house To seek the brook if still it ran;   Not loath to have excuse to go, Because the Autumn eve was fair Though chill because the fields were ours, And by the brook our woods were there,   We ran as if to meet the moon That slowly dawned behind the trees, The barren boughs without the leaves, Without the birds, without the breeze,   But once within the wood, we paused Like gnomes that hid us from the moon, Ready to run to hiding new With laughter when she found us soon.   Each laid on other a staying hand To listen ere we dared to look, And in the hush we joined to make We heard, we knew we heard the brook   A note as from a single place, A slender tinkling fall that made Now drops that floated on the pool Like pearls and now a silver blade   Robert Frost     Robert Frost...
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Two's Company

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   Two's Company   The poem They said the house was haunted, but He laughed at them and said, Tut-tut! I never heard such title – tattle As ghosts that groan and chains that rattle;   And just to prove I’m in the right Please leave me here to spend the night; They winked absurdly, tried to smother Their ignorant laughter, nudged each other   And left him just as dusk was falling With a hunchback moon and screech owls calling. Not that this troubled him one bit; In fact, he was quite glad of it; Knowing it’s every sane man’s mission To contradict all superstition.   But what is that?   Outside it seemed As if chains rattled someone screamed! Come, come, it’s merely nerves, he’s certain (but just the same, he draws the curtain). The stroke of twelve – but there’s no clock! He shuts the door and turns the lock (of course he knows that no –one’s there But no harm’s done by taking care!); Some one’s ou...
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