William Shakespeare

Diseases, desperate grown,
By desperate appliance are reliev'd,
Or not at all.

Diseases, desperate grown,
By desperate appliance are reliev'd,
Or not at all.

Where now I have no one to blush with me,
To cross their arms and hang their heads with read more

Where now I have no one to blush with me,
To cross their arms and hang their heads with mine,
To mask their brows and hide their infamy;
But I alone, alone must sit and pine,
Seasoning the earth with show'rs of silver brine,
Mingling my talk with tears, my grief with groans,
Poor wasting monuments of lasting moans.

Such men as he be never at heart's ease
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
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Such men as he be never at heart's ease
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
And therefore are they very dangerous.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;The valiant never taste of death but once.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;The valiant never taste of death but once.

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!