William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things.

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day <br>Is crept into the bosom of the sea.

And many strokes, though with a little axe, <br>Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.

Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale <br>Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

This England never did, nor never shall, <br>Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.

Although the last, not least.

Nothing will come of nothing.

Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.

The worst is not<br>So long as we can say, \This is the worst.\""

Pray you now, forget and forgive.

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices<br>Make instruments to plague us.

An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.

A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

The attempt and not the deed <br>Confounds us.

Double, double toil and trouble; <br>Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

By the pricking of my thumbs,<br>Something wicked this way comes. <br>Open, locks, <br>Whoever knocks!

Out, damned spot! out, I say!

Our doubts are traitors, <br>And make us lose the good we oft might win <br>By fearing to attempt.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.

Truth is truth <br>To the end of reckoning.

They say, best men are moulded out of faults, <br>And, for the most, become much more the better <br>For being a little bad.

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.

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