William Shakespeare

All is not well.
I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come!
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All is not well.
I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come!
Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

And then it started, like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.

And then it started, like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall:
Some run from breaks of ice, and answer none,
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Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall:
Some run from breaks of ice, and answer none,
And some condemned for a fault alone.

Talkers are no good doers.

Talkers are no good doers.