William Shakespeare

All that glisters is not gold. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7.

All that glisters is not gold. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7.

My desolation does begin to make
A better life.

My desolation does begin to make
A better life.

Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
And with a virtuous vizor hide deep vice!

Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
And with a virtuous vizor hide deep vice!

Thou said'st--O, it comes o'er my memory
As doth the raven o'er the infected house,
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Thou said'st--O, it comes o'er my memory
As doth the raven o'er the infected house,
Boding to all!--He had my handkerchief.