William Shakespeare

But then I sigh, and, with a piece of Scripture,
Tell them that Gods bids us do good for read more

But then I sigh, and, with a piece of Scripture,
Tell them that Gods bids us do good for evil:
And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ,
And seems a saint, when most I play the devil.

Weeds are shallow-rooted,
Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden,
And choke the herbs for want read more

Weeds are shallow-rooted,
Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden,
And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. read more

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.

O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop!

O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop!

All gold and silver rather turn to dirt,
An 'tis no better reckoned but of these
Who read more

All gold and silver rather turn to dirt,
An 'tis no better reckoned but of these
Who worship dirty gods.