William Shakespeare

For I am that way going to temptation,
Where prayers cross.

For I am that way going to temptation,
Where prayers cross.

When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven read more

When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten silk.

Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten silk.

Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.

Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.

Praise her but for this her without-door form--
Which on my faith deserves high speech--and straight
The read more

Praise her but for this her without-door form--
Which on my faith deserves high speech--and straight
The shrug, the hum or ha, these pretty brands
That calumny doth use--O, I am out,
That mercy does, for calumny will sear
Virtue itself--these shrugs, these hums and ha's,
When you have said she's goodly, come between
Ere you can say she's honest.