William Shakespeare

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.

Who riseth from a feast
With that keen appetite that he sits down?

Who riseth from a feast
With that keen appetite that he sits down?

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

(Andrew:) I am not such an ass but I can keep my hand dry. But
what's your jest?
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(Andrew:) I am not such an ass but I can keep my hand dry. But
what's your jest?
(Maria:) A dry jest, sir.
(Andrew:) Are you full of them?
(Maria:) Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' ends. Marry, now I
let go your hand, I am barren.

Here comes one with a paper: God give him grace to groan!

Here comes one with a paper: God give him grace to groan!