O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)

O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
O, what men dare do! What men may do! What men daily do, not knowing what they do! William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
One doth not know how much an ill word may empoison liking. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
That life is better life, past fearing death, Than that which lives to fear. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Put not yourself into amazement how these things should be: all difficulties are but easy when they are known. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Shame to him whose cruel striking Kills for faults of his own liking! William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Thou bear’st thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)