In law, what plea so tainted and corrupts, but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil.
William ShakespeareI have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have coolโd to hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were inโt: I have supt full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, cannot once start me.
William ShakespeareSo far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end
William ShakespeareI wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous goans, which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans Show minutes, times, and hours.
William Shakespeare