William Shakespeare

Every man can master a grief but he that has it.

Every man can master a grief but he that has it.

When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again.

When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again.

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.

I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there read more

I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.

I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.