William Shakespeare

For the rain it raineth every day. -Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1.

For the rain it raineth every day. -Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1.

Ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to sicken and decay
It useth an enforced ceremony.
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Ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to sicken and decay
It useth an enforced ceremony.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith;
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;
But when they should endure the bloody spur,
They fall their crests, and like deceitful jades
Sink in the trial.

Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.

Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.

Why, who cries out on pride
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow read more

Why, who cries out on pride
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea
Till that the weary very means do ebb?

What if this cursed hand
Where thicker than itself with brother's blood,
Is there not rain enough read more

What if this cursed hand
Where thicker than itself with brother's blood,
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow?