Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.
William ShakespeareI should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it; knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence.
William ShakespeareMany strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.
William ShakespeareIt is certain that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is caught as men take diseases, one of another.
William ShakespeareSo may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
William Shakespeare