William Shakespeare

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
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That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater, being wooed of time;
For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.

Bleed, bleed, poor Country!
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodness dare not check thee; read more

Bleed, bleed, poor Country!
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodness dare not check thee; wear thou thy wrongs,
The title is affeered!

Flat burglary as ever was committed. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Flat burglary as ever was committed. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.

To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.

So smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue
That, his apparent open guilt omitted--
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So smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue
That, his apparent open guilt omitted--
I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife--
He lived from all attainder of suspects.