William Shakespeare

Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting read more

Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

Rumor is a pipe
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures,
And of so easy and so plain a read more

Rumor is a pipe
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures,
And of so easy and so plain a stop
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
The still-discordant wavering multitude,
Can play upon it.

Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.

Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.

My mind gave me,
In seeking tales and informations
Against this man, whose honesty the devil
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My mind gave me,
In seeking tales and informations
Against this man, whose honesty the devil
And his disciples only envy at,
Ye blew the fire that burns ye: now have at ye!