It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.
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- Don’t trust the person who has broken faith once.
- To fear the worst oft cures the worse.
- For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
- Grief fills the room up of my absent child, lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words.
- A walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.
- My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, and every tongue brings in a several tale, and every tale condemns me for a villain.