Hee that bewailes himselfe hath the cure in his hands.

Hee that bewailes himselfe hath the cure in his hands.

The War is not don so long as my Enemy lives.

The War is not don so long as my Enemy lives.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied read more

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.

In life you lov'd me not, in death you bewaile me.

In life you lov'd me not, in death you bewaile me.

Riches are first to be sought for; after wealth, virtue.

Riches are first to be sought for; after wealth, virtue.

The yeare doth nothing else but open and shut.

The yeare doth nothing else but open and shut.

Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.

Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

Do not unto another that which you would not he should do unto
you.

Do not unto another that which you would not he should do unto
you.