William Shakespeare

Do not swear at all;
Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the read more

Do not swear at all;
Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.

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

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

Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!

Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes ill deeds done.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes ill deeds done.

Will fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
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Will fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
She either gives a stomach and no food--
Such are the poor, in health--or else a feast
And takes away the stomach-- such are the rich,
That have abundance, and enjoy it not.