O, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!

O, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!

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.

And in the morn and liquid dew of youth,
Contagious blastments are are most imminent.

And in the morn and liquid dew of youth,
Contagious blastments are are most imminent.

Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched.

Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched.

Not a long day, but a good heart rids worke.

Not a long day, but a good heart rids worke.

We only appreciate the comforts of life in their loss.

We only appreciate the comforts of life in their loss.

There is a devil in every berry of the grape.

There is a devil in every berry of the grape.

He tells old wives' tales much to the point.

He tells old wives' tales much to the point.

A Caske and an ill custome must be broken.

A Caske and an ill custome must be broken.