William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel.
Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel.
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
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Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
Tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than their years.
Tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than their years.
For use almost can change the stamp of nature.
For use almost can change the stamp of nature.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
And with them words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich.
And with them words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich.
