William Shakespeare

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes deeds ill done!

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes deeds ill done!

I'll potch at him some way;
Or wrath or craft may get him.

I'll potch at him some way;
Or wrath or craft may get him.

While you live, tell truth and shame the devil! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

While you live, tell truth and shame the devil! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells read more

My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul

Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee!
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Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee!
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.