William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
In the end truth will out.
In the end truth will out.
I saw young Harry with his visor up.
I saw young Harry with his visor up.
A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel!
A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel!
We may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running.
We may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running.
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.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at read more
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all.
If half thy outward graces had been placed
About the thoughts and counsels of thy heart.
If half thy outward graces had been placed
About the thoughts and counsels of thy heart.
Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.
Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.
I'll potch at him some way;
Or wrath or craft may get him.
I'll potch at him some way;
Or wrath or craft may get him.
