William Shakespeare

Fly pride, says the peacock: mistress, that you know.

Fly pride, says the peacock: mistress, that you know.

You rub the sore
When you should bring the plaster!

You rub the sore
When you should bring the plaster!

Though it be honest, it is never good
To bring bad news; give to a gracious message
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Though it be honest, it is never good
To bring bad news; give to a gracious message
An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell
Themselves when they be felt.

Oh, what a bitter thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

Oh, what a bitter thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

I have had my labor for my travail; ill-thought-on of her, and
ill-thought-on of you; gone between and between, read more

I have had my labor for my travail; ill-thought-on of her, and
ill-thought-on of you; gone between and between, but small thanks
for my labor.