Shakespeare`s Taming of the Shrew Part 1 ad-Lib
Contributed by Tina
Fie, fie! WORD that threatening unkind WORD,
And dart not WORD glances from those WORD
To wound thy WORD, thy king, thy governor.
It blots thy WORD as frosts do bite the WORD,
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds WORD fair buds,
And in no sense is WORD or amiable.
A woman mov`d is like a fountain WORD-
Muddy, WORD-seeming, thick, bereft of WORD;
And while it is so, none so WORD or thirsty
Will deign to WORD or touch one drop of WORD.
Thy WORD is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy WORD, thy WORD; one that WORD for thee,
And for thy WORD commits his body
To painful labour both by WORD and WORD,
To WORD the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou liest WORD at home, secure and WORD;
And craves no other tribute at thy WORD
But love, WORD looks, and true WORD-
Too little payment for so great a debt.
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