William Shakespeare

How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

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.

Main chance. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1.

Main chance. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1.

The wound of peace is surety,
Surety secure; but modest doubt is called
The beacon of the read more

The wound of peace is surety,
Surety secure; but modest doubt is called
The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches
To th' bottom of the worst.

Give thy thoughts no tongue.

Give thy thoughts no tongue.