William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
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.
Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well
used. Exclaim no more against it.
Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well
used. Exclaim no more against it.
My poverty, but not my will consents.
My poverty, but not my will consents.
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.
New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
(Nay, let 'em be unmanly), yet are followed.
New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
(Nay, let 'em be unmanly), yet are followed.
We must every one be a man of his own fancy.
We must every one be a man of his own fancy.
Great king,
Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
Great king,
Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Dull not device by coldness and delay.
Dull not device by coldness and delay.
