William Shakespeare

How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to read more

Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt.

Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.

Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.

Play out the play. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Play out the play. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

With all appliances and means to boot. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.

With all appliances and means to boot. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.