My conscience hath a thousand several tongues. And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
Source: KING RICHARD III, Act 5, Scene 3
Contributed by: Zaady
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought,
Source: Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1
Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Source: Cymbeline, Act: II Scene: ii
I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes; and moreover I will go with thee to thy uncle's.
Source: Much Ado About Nothing, Benedict in Act IV, Scene ii, last lines
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking.
Source: Julius Cæsar, Act 2, Scene 1
I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into my ears as profitless As water in a seive.
Source: Much Ado About Nothing, Act: II Scene: i
Presume not that I am the thing I was.
Source: King Henry IV
Men should be what they seem.
I'll charm the air to give a sound.
Source: MACBETH, Act 4, Scene 1
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