William Shakespeare

'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases
Are grown so catching.

'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases
Are grown so catching.

O, he's a limb that has but a disease:
Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.

O, he's a limb that has but a disease:
Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.

Under your good correction, I have seen
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.

Under your good correction, I have seen
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.

This casket threatens; men that hazard all
Do it in hope of fair advantages.
A golden mind read more

This casket threatens; men that hazard all
Do it in hope of fair advantages.
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross;
I'll then nor give nor hazard aught for lead.

When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.