William Shakespeare

Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
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Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
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A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.

Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.

Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.

Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back
When gold and silver becks me to come on.

Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back
When gold and silver becks me to come on.