Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
William ShakespeareNow is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
William ShakespeareNo doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.
William Shakespeare