I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry! England and Saint George!
William ShakespeareVirtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.
William ShakespeareWhat stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just.
William ShakespeareThese violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
William Shakespeare