William Shakespeare

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer.

Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.

Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.

The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

Is Brutus sick, and is it physical
To walk unbraced and suck up the humors
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Is Brutus sick, and is it physical
To walk unbraced and suck up the humors
Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick,
And will he steal out of his wholesome bed
To dare the vile contagion of the night,
And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air,
To add unto his sickness?

How many cowards whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
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How many cowards whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars,
Who inward searched, have livers white as milk!