William Shakespeare

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.

Then westward ho!
Grace and good disposition attend your ladyship.

Then westward ho!
Grace and good disposition attend your ladyship.

Whose nature is so far from doing harms,
That he suspects none.

Whose nature is so far from doing harms,
That he suspects none.

Mine eyes
Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor read more

Mine eyes
Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart,
That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious
To have mistrusted her.

Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.

Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.