William Shakespeare

Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still;
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still;
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

'Tis meet
That noble minds keep ever with their likes:
For who so firm that cannot be read more

'Tis meet
That noble minds keep ever with their likes:
For who so firm that cannot be seduced?

Against self-slaughter
There is a prohibition so divine
That cravens my weak hand.

Against self-slaughter
There is a prohibition so divine
That cravens my weak hand.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.