William Shakespeare

And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault,
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault,
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.

His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come,
And let my liver rather heat with wine
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With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come,
And let my liver rather heat with wine
Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.

Weariness
Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.

Weariness
Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.

The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
And is not careful what they mean thereby,
Knowing that read more

The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
And is not careful what they mean thereby,
Knowing that with the shadow of his wings
He can at pleasure stint their melody:
Even so mayest thou the giddy men of Rome.