William Shakespeare

What, wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?

What, wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?

Had she been light, like you,
Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
She might ha' been read more

Had she been light, like you,
Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
She might ha' been a grandam ere she died;
And so may you, for a light heart lives long.

In nature there's no blemish but the mind;
None can be called deformed but the unkind.

In nature there's no blemish but the mind;
None can be called deformed but the unkind.

The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.

The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.

Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's tongue shakes out
his master's undoing.

Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's tongue shakes out
his master's undoing.