William Shakespeare

Revenge and wrong bring forth their kind;
The foul cubs like their parents are.

Revenge and wrong bring forth their kind;
The foul cubs like their parents are.

A very beadle to a humorous sigh. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.

A very beadle to a humorous sigh. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.

The sense of death is most in apprehension,
And the poor beetle that we tread upon
In read more

The sense of death is most in apprehension,
And the poor beetle that we tread upon
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

Let me be cruel, not unnatural;
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
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Let me be cruel, not unnatural;
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites:
How in my words somever she be shent,
To give them seals never, my soul, consent!