William Shakespeare

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.

Villain and he be many miles asunder.

Villain and he be many miles asunder.

(Berowne:) What is the end of study, let me know?
(King:) What, that to know which else we should read more

(Berowne:) What is the end of study, let me know?
(King:) What, that to know which else we should not know.
(Berowne:) Things hid and barred, you mean, from common sense?
(King:) Ay, that is study's godlike recompense.

What our contempts do often hurl from us,
We wish it ours again.

What our contempts do often hurl from us,
We wish it ours again.

The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope:
I have hope to live, and am prepared read more

The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope:
I have hope to live, and am prepared to die.