It is difficult to fly without wings.

It is difficult to fly without wings.

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.

It is hard to abstain from writing satire.

It is hard to abstain from writing satire.

Whose nature is so far from doing harms,
That he suspects none.

Whose nature is so far from doing harms,
That he suspects none.

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.

And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
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And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
And makes it a sorrow to be.

Friend, for your epitaph I'm grieved,
Where still so much is said;
One half will never be read more

Friend, for your epitaph I'm grieved,
Where still so much is said;
One half will never be believed,
The other never read.

All the world's a stage.

All the world's a stage.

Nothing is difficult in the eyes of a lover.

Nothing is difficult in the eyes of a lover.