et tu brute? |
Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows bent. |
Ever till now When men were fond, I smiled and wondered how. |
Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor |
Every cloud engenders not a storm |
Every fair from fair sometime declines |
Every good servant does not all commands. |
Every man has business and desire, Such as it is. |
Every man has his fault, and honesty is his. |
Every one can master a grief but he that has it |
Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own |
Every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment |
Every true man's apparel fits your thief. |
Every why has a wherefore. |
Every why hath a wherefore. |