William Shakespeare

And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault,
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault,
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her read more

She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.

If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good
play needs no epilogue.

If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good
play needs no epilogue.

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.

Custom will reconcile people to any atrocity; and fashion will
drive them to acquire any custom.

Custom will reconcile people to any atrocity; and fashion will
drive them to acquire any custom.