William Shakespeare

Diseases, desperate grown,
By desperate appliance are reliev'd,
Or not at all.

Diseases, desperate grown,
By desperate appliance are reliev'd,
Or not at all.

Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt

Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt

In such a night
Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew,
And saw the lion's shadow ere himself,
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In such a night
Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew,
And saw the lion's shadow ere himself,
And ran dismayed away.

But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
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But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire.

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.