William Shakespeare

New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
(Nay, let 'em be unmanly), yet are followed.

New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
(Nay, let 'em be unmanly), yet are followed.

And you, enchantment,
Worthy enough a herdsman--yea, him too,
That makes himself, but for our honor therein,
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And you, enchantment,
Worthy enough a herdsman--yea, him too,
That makes himself, but for our honor therein,
Unworthy thee-if ever henceforth thou
These rural latches to his entrance open,
Or hoop his body more with thy embraces,
I will devise a death as cruel for thee
As thou art tender to't.

When workmen strive to do better than well,
They do confound their skill in covetousness,
And oftentimes read more

When workmen strive to do better than well,
They do confound their skill in covetousness,
And oftentimes excusing of a fault
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse,
As patches set upon a little breach
Discredit more in hiding of the fault
Than did the fault before it was so patched.

But that our feasts
In every mess have folly, and the feeders
Digest it with a custom, read more

But that our feasts
In every mess have folly, and the feeders
Digest it with a custom, I should blush
To see you so attired, swoon, I think,
To show myself a glass.

'T is not in the bond. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

'T is not in the bond. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.