William Shakespeare

And what art thou, thou idol Ceremony?
What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more
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And what art thou, thou idol Ceremony?
What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more
Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. read more

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.

But man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,--
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
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But man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,--
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep.

Framed in the prodigality of nature. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2.

Framed in the prodigality of nature. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2.

This was the noblest Roman of them all.
All the conspirators save only he
Did that they read more

This was the noblest Roman of them all.
All the conspirators save only he
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He, only in a general honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.