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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.
Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
There is a certain kind of pleasure in weeping.
There is a certain kind of pleasure in weeping.
Evils have their comfort, good none can support.
Evils have their comfort, good none can support.
Corne is cleaned with winde, and the soule with chastnings.
Corne is cleaned with winde, and the soule with chastnings.
No one delights more in revenge than a woman.
No one delights more in revenge than a woman.
In every country dogges bite.
In every country dogges bite.
The secret wound still lives within the breast.
[Lat., Tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus.]
The secret wound still lives within the breast.
[Lat., Tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus.]
Some make a conscience of spitting in the Church, yet robbe the
Altar.
Some make a conscience of spitting in the Church, yet robbe the
Altar.
