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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.
As the yeere is, your pot must seeth.
As the yeere is, your pot must seeth.
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.
A sinful heart makes feeble hand.
A sinful heart makes feeble hand.
You will be melancholy, if you are solitary.
You will be melancholy, if you are solitary.
No one can have all he desires.
No one can have all he desires.
Where it concerns himself,
Who's angry at a slander, makes it true.
Where it concerns himself,
Who's angry at a slander, makes it true.
Every one is witty for his owne purpose.
Every one is witty for his owne purpose.
