William Shakespeare

That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
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That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.

I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. read more

I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind!
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind!
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

Like madness is the glory of this life
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.

Like madness is the glory of this life
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.