William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath a wherefore.
Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath a wherefore.
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.
Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
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Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt.
Come, we burn daylight, ho!
Nay, that's not so.
I mean, sir, in delay
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Come, we burn daylight, ho!
Nay, that's not so.
I mean, sir, in delay
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
We must every one be a man of his own fancy.
We must every one be a man of his own fancy.
Dull not device by coldness and delay.
Dull not device by coldness and delay.
My poverty, but not my will consents.
My poverty, but not my will consents.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Great king,
Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
Great king,
Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
