To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last read more

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.

What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,
And from her own she learnt to melt at others' woe.

What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,
And from her own she learnt to melt at others' woe.

Behold him in conceited circles sail,
Strutting and dancing and now planted stiff,
In all his pomp read more

Behold him in conceited circles sail,
Strutting and dancing and now planted stiff,
In all his pomp of pageantry, as if
He felt the eyes of Europe on his tail.

Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.

Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.

Her very silence, and her patience,
Speak to the people, and they pity her.

Her very silence, and her patience,
Speak to the people, and they pity her.

A Lyons skin is never cheape.

A Lyons skin is never cheape.

He will burne his house, to warme his hands.

He will burne his house, to warme his hands.

The coveteous spends more then the liberall.

The coveteous spends more then the liberall.

Here is a talk of the Turk and the Pope, but my next neighbour
doth me more harm then read more

Here is a talk of the Turk and the Pope, but my next neighbour
doth me more harm then either of them both.