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.

Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest
But may imagine how the bird was dead,
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Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest
But may imagine how the bird was dead,
Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?

One sorrow never comes but brings an heir,
That may succeed as his inheritor;
And so in read more

One sorrow never comes but brings an heir,
That may succeed as his inheritor;
And so in ours, some neighboring nation,
Taking advantage of our misery,
Hath stuffed the hollow vessels with their power,
To beat us down, the which are down already;
And make a conquest of unhappy,
Whereas no glory 's got to overcome.

From the still-vexed Bermoothes. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

From the still-vexed Bermoothes. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.