William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
Great king,
Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
Great king,
Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
For violent fires soon burn out themselves.
For violent fires soon burn out themselves.
As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.
As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.
With devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
With devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.
Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
Talkers are no good doers.
Talkers are no good doers.
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.
What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.
