William Shakespeare

Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to read more

Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt.

Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire.
Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow
Of read more

Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire.
Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow
Of bragging horror. So shall inferior eyes,
That borrow their behaviors from the great,
Grow great by your example and put on
The dauntless spirit of resolution.

Must I hold a candle to my shames? -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.

Must I hold a candle to my shames? -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy read more

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

Brevity is the soul of wit.