William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
Talkers are no good doers.
Talkers are no good doers.
And maidens call it--Love in idleness.
And maidens call it--Love in idleness.
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.
As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows read more
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
For violent fires soon burn out themselves.
For violent fires soon burn out themselves.
With devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
With devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
