William Shakespeare

He who has never hoped can never despair.

He who has never hoped can never despair.

What many men desire--that 'many' may be meant
By the fool multitude that choose by show,
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What many men desire--that 'many' may be meant
By the fool multitude that choose by show,
Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach,
Which pries not to th' interior, but like the martlet
Builds in the weather on the outward wall,
Even in the force and road of casualty.

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.

Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.