William Shakespeare

Are you drawn forth among a world of men
To slay the innocent? What is my offense?
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Are you drawn forth among a world of men
To slay the innocent? What is my offense?
Where is the evidence that doth accuse me?
What lawful quest have given their verdict up
Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounced
The bitter sentence of poor Clarence's death
Before I be convict by course of law?
To threaten me with death is most unlawful:
I charge you, as you hope [to have redemption
By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins,]
That you depart, and lay no hands on me.
The deed you undertake is damnable.

Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.

Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.

Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar
Above the morning lark.

Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar
Above the morning lark.

For the rain it raineth every day. -Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1.

For the rain it raineth every day. -Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge read more

Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.