William Shakespeare

She swore, i' faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange;
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful.

She swore, i' faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange;
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water.

I have shot mine arrow o'er the house
And hurt my brother.

I have shot mine arrow o'er the house
And hurt my brother.

Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?

Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?

Let me be cruel, not unnatural;
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
My tongue read more

Let me be cruel, not unnatural;
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites:
How in my words somever she be shent,
To give them seals never, my soul, consent!