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Ay, In The Catalogue Ye Go For Men; As Hounds, And Greyhounds, Mongrels, Spaniels, Curs, Shoughs, Water-rugs, And Demi-wolves, Are 'clept All By The Name Of Dogs: The Valued File Distinguishes The Swift, The Slow, The Subtle, The Housekeeper, The Hunter, Every One According To The Gift Which Bounteous Nature Hath In Him Closed.

-William Shakespeare

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Ay, In The Catalogue

William Shakespeare

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Ay, In The Catalogue Ye Go For Men; As Hounds, And Greyhounds, Mongrels, Spaniels, Curs, Shoughs, Water-rugs, And Demi-wolves, Are 'clept All By The Name Of Dogs: The Valued File Distinguishes The Swift, The Slow, The Subtle, The Housekeeper, The Hunter, Every One According To The Gift Which Bounteous Nature Hath In Him Closed.

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And Mind, With My Heart In't; And Now Farewell Till Half An Hour Hence.

Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea, But Bad Mortality O'ersways Their Power, How With This Rage Shall Beauty Hold A Plea, Whose Action Is No Stronger Than A Flower?

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Well, While I Live I'll Fear No Other Thing So Sore As Keeping Safe Nerissa's Ring.

O Time, Thou Must Untangle This, Not I. It Is Too Hard A Knot For Me T'untie.

Thou Frothy Tickle-brained Hedge-pig!

Sleep, That Sometimes Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye.

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Now 'tis Spring, And Weeds Are Shallow-rooted; Suffer Them Now And They'll O'ergrow The Garden.

Thyself And Thy Belongings Are Not Thine Own So Proper, As To Waste Thyself Upon Thy Virtues, They On Thee. Heaven Doth With Us As We With Torches Do, Not Light Them For Themselves; For If Our Virtues Did Not Go Forth Of Us 't Were All Alike As If We Had Them Not. Spirits Are Not Finely Touch'd But To Fine Issues; Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence, But, Like A Thrifty Goddess, She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor - Both Thanks And Use.

Now 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.

For Many Men That Stumble At The Threshold Are Well Foretold That Danger Lurks Within.

And Do As Adversaries Do In Law, Strive Mightily, But Eat And Drink As Friends.

O, The Difference Of Man And Man! To Thee A Woman's Services Are Due.

One Woman Is Fair, Yet I Am Well; Another Is Wise, Yet I Am Well; Another Virtuous, Yet I Am Well; But Till All Graces Be In One Woman, One Woman Shall Not Come In My Grace.

The Hebrew Will Turn Christian; He Grows Kind.

But I Will Be, A Bridegroom In My Death, And Run Into't As To A Lover's Bed.

Greatness, Once Fallen Out With Fortune, Must Fall Out With Men Too.

In That Small [time] Most Greatly Lived This Star Of England: Fortune Made His Sword, By Which The World's Best Garden He Achiev'd And Left It To His Son Imperial Lord. Henry The Sixth, In Infant Bands Crown'd King Of France And England Did This King Succeed; Whose State So Many Of Had The Managing, That They Lost France And Made His England Bleed.

Speak, What Trade Art Thou? Why, Sir, A Carpenter. Where Is Thy Leather Apron And Thy Rule? What Does Thou With Thy Best Apparel On?

I Have Heard Of Some Kind Of Men That Put Quarrels Purposely On Others, To Taste Their Valor.

Nature Hath Meal And Bran, Contempt And Grace.

True Hope Is Swift, And Flies With Swallow's Wings.

If Thou Dost Seek To Have What Thou Dost Hide, By Self-example Mayst Thou Be Denied.

Who Is It Can Read A Woman?

Sweet Recreation Barred, What Doth Ensue But Moody And Dull Melancholy, Kinsman To Grim And Comfortless Despair.

I Am One, My Liege, Whom The Vile Blows And Buffets Of The World Have So Incensed That I Am Reckless What I Do To Spite The World.

I Am Wealthy In My Friends.

Well, In That Hit You Miss. She'll Not Be Hit With Cupid's Arrow. She Hath Dian's Wit, And, In Strong Proff Of Chastity Well Armed, From Love's Weak Childish Bow She Lives Uncharmed. She Will Not Stay The Siege Of Loving Terms, Nor Bide Th' Encounter Of Assailing Eyes, Nor Ope Her Lap To Saint-seducing Gold. O, She Is Rich In Beauty; Only Poor That, When She Dies, With Dies Her Store. Act 1,scene 1, Lines 180-197

Bosom Upon My Counsel; You'll Find It Wholesome.

I Had Rather Be A Kitten And Cry Mew Than One Of These Same Metre Ballet-mongers.

There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith.

Ill Deeds Are Doubled With An Evil Word.

Come, Seeling Night, Scarf Up The Tender Eye Of Pitiful Day, And With Thy Bloody And Invisible Hand Cancel And Tear To Pieces That Great Bond Which Keeps Me Pale. Light Thickens, And The Crow Makes Wing To Th' Rooky Wood. Good Things Of Day Begin To Droop And Drowse, While Night's Black Agents To Their Prey Do Rouse.

The Fire Seven Times Tried This; Seven Times Tried That Judgement Is That Did Never Choose Amiss Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadows Bliss, There Be Fool Alive, I Wis Silverd O'er, And So Was This Take What Wife You Will To Bed I Will Ever Be Your Head. So Be Gone; You Are Sped.

But That The Dread Of Something After Death, The Undiscover'd Country From Whose Bourn No Traveller Returns, Puzzles The Will And Makes Us Rather Bear Those Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of?

The Heart Hath Treble Wrong When It Is Barr'd The Aidance Of The Tongue.

Virtue Itself Scapes Not Calumnious Strokes.

As You Are Old And Reverend, You Should Be Wise.

Whose Heart The Accustom'd Sight Of Death Makes Hard.

So We'll Live, And Pray, And Sing, And Tell Old Tales, And Laugh At Gilded Butterflies.

What Is A Man, If His Chief Good And Market Of His Time Be But To Sleep And Feed? A Beast, No More. Sure He That Made Us With Such Large Discourse, Looking Before And After, Gave Us Not That Capability And God-like Reason To Fust In Us Unused.

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Do You Set Down Your Name In The Scroll Of Youth, That Are Written Down Old With All The Characters Of Age?

Have More Than You Show, Speak Less Than You Know.

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends And In Their Triump Die, Like Fire And Powder Which, As They Kiss, Consume

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Whats Here A Cup Closed In My True Loves Hand Poisin I See Hath Been His Timeless End. Oh Churl Drunk All And Left No Friendly Drop To Help Me After. I Will Kiss Thy Lips Some Poisin Doth Hang On Them, To Help Me Die With A Restorative. Thy Lips Are Warm. Yea Noise Then Ill Be Brief Oh Happy Dagger This Is Thy Sheath. There Rust And Let Me Die.

Upon His Royal Face There Is No Note How Dread An Army Hath Enrounded Him.

So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life, Or As Sweet Seasoned Showers Are To The Ground.

Delivers In Such Apt And Gracious Words That Aged Ears Play Truant At His Tales; And Younger Hearings Are Quite Ravished; So Sweet And Voluble Is His Discourse.

Having My Freedom, Boast Of Nothing Else.

Pain Pays The Income Of Each Precious Thing.

For He Was Likely, Had He Been Put On, To Have Proved Most Royally.

I Hourly Learn A Doctrine Of Obedience.

This Thought Is As A Death.

By Jove, I Am Not Covetous For Gold, Nor Care I Who Doth Feed Upon My Cost; It Yearns Me Not If Me My Garments Wear; Such Outward Things Dwell Not In My Desires: But If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor, I Am The Most Offending Soul Alive.

Therefore It Is Most Expedient For The Wise, If Don Worm (his Conscience) Find No Impediment To The Contrary, To Be The Trumpet Of His Own Virtues, As I Am To Myself.

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Keep Thy Friend Under Thy Own Life's Key.

The Fear's As Bad As Falling.

Ay, That Incestuous, That Adulterate Beast, With Witchcraft Of His Wit, With Traitorous Gifts- O Wicked Wit And Gifts, That Have The Power So To Seduce!

Oft Have I Heard That Grief Softens The Mind And Makes It Fearful And Degenerate.

If Circumstances Lead Me, I Will Find Where Truth Is Hid, Though It Were Hid Indeed Within The Centre.

The Very Instant I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly To Your Service; There Resides To Make Me Slave To It. ...mine Unworthiness, That Dare Not Offer What I Desire To Give, And Much Less Take What I Shall Die To Want.

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If Chance Will Have Me King, Why, Chance May Crown Me.

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Light, Seeking Light, Doth Light Of Light Beguile

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A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear

Children Wish Fathers Looked But With Their Eyes; Fathers That Children With Their Judgment Looked; And Either May Be Wrong.

Rude Am I In My Speech, And Little Blessed With The Soft Phrase Of Peace.

Preferred Three Hours Quicker Over One Moment Late.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano; A Stage Where Every Man Must Play A Part, And Mine Is A Sad One.

A Nun Of Winter's Sisterhood Kisses Not More Religiously; The Very Ice Of Chastity Is In Them.

And Some That Smile Have In Their Hearts, I Fear, Millions Of Mischiefs.

Drown Thyself? Drown Cats And Blind Puppies.

I Like This Place And Could Willingly Waste My Time In It.

Wasting My Time

Where Is Your Ancient Courage? You Were Used To Say Extremities Was The Trier Of Spirits; That Common Chances Common Men Could Bear; That When The Sea Was Calm All Boats Alike Showed Mastership In Floating.

It Is The Very Error Of The Moon; She Comes More Nearer Earth Than She Was Wont, And Makes Men Mad.

Receive What Cheer You May. The Night Is Long That Never Finds The Day.

Journeys End In Lovers Meeting.

Some Men Never Seem To Grow Old. Always Active In Thought, Always Ready To Adopt New Ideas, They Are Never Chargeable With Foggyism. Satisfied, Yet Ever Dissatisfied, Settled, Yet Ever Unsettled, They Always Enjoy The Best Of What Is, Are The First To Find The Best Of What Will Be.

Love's Not Time's Fool, Though Rosy Lips And Cheeks Within His Bending Sickle's Compass Come.

Discuss Unto Me: Art Thou Officer, Or Art Thou Base, Common, And Popular?

Come, Let's Have One Other Gaudy Night. Call To Me All My Sad Captains. Fill Our Bowls Once More. Let's Mock The Midnight Bell.

This Is Some Fellow, Who Having Been Prais'd For Bluntness, Doth Affect A Saucy Roughness And Constrains The Garb Quite From His Nature: He Can't Flatter, He! An Honest Mind And Plain,--he Must Speak Truth! And They Will Take It So; If Not He's Plain. These Kind Of Knaves I Know, Which In This Plainness Harbor More Craft, And Far Corrupter Ends, Than Twenty Silly, Ducking Observants, That Stretch Their Duty Nicely.

Time Is The Nurse And Breeder Of All Good.

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time.

Her Passions Are Made Of Nothing But The Finest Part Of Pure Love

The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Can Afford Is A Spotless Reputation.

Thou Shalt Be Free As Mountain Winds: But Then Exactly Do All Points Of My Command.

And All This Day An Unaccustomed Spirit Lifts Me Above The Ground With Cheerful Thoughts.

Poise The Cause In Justice's Equal Scales, Whose Beam Stands Sure, Whose Rightful Cause Prevails.

I Will Be Free, Even To The Uttermost, As I Please, In Words.

Death Makes No Conquest Of This Conqueror: For Now He Lives In Fame, Though Not In Life.

My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate! Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too Late! Prodigious Birth Of Love It Is To Me, That I Must Love A Loathed Enemy.

It Provokes The Desire, But It Takes Away The Performance

Tis Beauty That Doth Oft Make Women Proud; But, God He Knows, Thy Share Thereof Is Small.

The Prince Of Darkness Is A Gentleman!

A Book? O, Rare One, Be Not, As Is Our Fangled World, A Garment Nobler Than That It Covers.

Like A Barber's Chair That Fits All Buttocks.

Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil.

The Caterpillars Of The Commonwealth, Which I Have Sworn To Weed And Pluck Away.

Like Patience Gazing On Kings' Graves, And Smiling Extremity Out Of Act.

I Feel Within Me A Peace Above All Earthly Dignities, A Still And Quiet Conscience.

A Stirring Dwarf We Do Allowance Give Before A Sleeping Giant.

What E'er Thou Art, Act Well Thy Part.

Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean

Romeo And Juliet Love

A Woman Would Run Through Fire And Water For Such A Kind Heart.

Now My Charms Are All O'erthrown.

No Might Nor Greatness In Mortality Can Censure 'scape; Back- Wounding Calumny The Whitest Virtue Strikes. What King So Strong Can Tie The Gall Up In The Slanderous Tongue?

The Even Mead, That Erst Brought Sweetly Forth The Freckled Cowslip, Burnet, And Green Clover, Wanting The Scythe, All Uncorrected, Rank, Conceives By Idleness, And Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burrs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.

My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate.

Juliet Is The East And I Am The Sun.

The Trust I Have Is In Mine Innocence, And Therefore Am I Bold And Resolute.

Travelers Never Did Lie, Though Fools At Home Condemn Them.

Thanks, Sir; All The Rest Is Mute.

I Were Better To Be Eaten To Death With A Rust Than To Be Scoured To Nothing With Perpetual Motion.

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You

Women May Fail When There Is No Strength In Man

Why, Who Cries Out On Pride That Can Therein Tax Any Private Party? Doth It Not Flow As Hugely As The Sea Till The Weary Very Means Do Ebb?

The Clock Upbraids Me With The Waste Of Time.

Hung Be The Heavens With Black! Yield, Day, To Night!

There Is Special Providence In The Fall Of A Sparrow.

Hamlet And Ophelia

Men Should Be What They Seem; Or Those That Be Not, Would They Might Seem None!.

In Maiden Meditation, Fancy Free.

Nature, As It Grows Again Toward Earth, Is Fashioned For The Journey, Dull And Heavy.

Which Can Say More Than This Rich Praise, That You Alone Are You?

They Have Been Grand-jurymen Since Before Noah Was A Sailor

With This Special Observance, That You O'erstep Not The Modesty Of Nature. For Anything So Overdone Is From The Purpose Of Playing, Whose End, Both At The First And Now, Was And Is, To Hold, As 'twere, The Mirror Up To Nature.

I, Measuring His Affections By My Own, Which Then Most Sought Where Most Might Not Be Found, Being One Too Many By My Weary Self, Pursued My Humor Not Pursuing His, And Gladly Shunned Who Gladly Fled From Me.

O! That A Man Might Know The End Of This Day's Business, Ere It Come; But It Sufficeth That The Day Will End, And Then The End Is Known.

When You Do Dance, I Wish You A Wave O' The Sea, That You Might Ever Do Nothing But That.

Conceit, More Rich In Matter Than In Words, Brags Of His Substance, Not Of Ornament: They Are But Beggars That Can Count Their Worth; But My True Love Is Grown To Such Excess, I Cannot Sum Up Half My Sum Of Wealth.

The Devil Can Cite Scripture For His Purpose. An Evil Soul Producing Holy Witness Is Like A Villain With A Smiling Cheek, A Goodly Apple Rotten At The Heart. O, What A Goodly Outside Falsehood Hath!

Though Justice Be Thy Plea Consider This, That In The Course Of Justice None Of Us Should See Salvation.

What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

Romeo And Juliet Play

Oh, Injurious Love, That Respites Me A Life, Whose Very Comfort Is Still A Dying Horror

No Matter Where; Of Comfort No Man Speak: Let's Talk Of Graves, Of Worms, And Epitaphs; Make Dust Our Paper And With Rainy Eyes Write Sorrow On The Bosom Of The Earth

Words, Words, Mere Words, No Matter From The Heart.

Though It Make The Unskillful Laugh, Cannot But Make The Judicious Grieve.

Great Men May Jest With Saints; 'tis Wit In Them; But, In The Less Foul Profanation.

I Do Love My Country's Good With A Respect More Tender, More Holy And Profound, Then Mine Own Life, My Dear Wife's Estimate, Her Womb Increase, And Treasure Of My Loins.

Tis Better Using France Than Trusting France; Let Us Be Back'd With God, And With The Seas, Which He Hath Given For Fence Impregnable, And With Their Helps Only Defend Ourselves; In Them, And In Ourselves, Our Safety Lies.

Let Us Not Burden Our Remembrances With A Heaviness That's Gone.

I Never Yet Did Hear, That The Bruis'd Heart Was Pierced Through The Ear

His Words Are Bonds, His Oaths Are Oracles; His Love Sincere, His Thoughts Immaculate; His Tears Pure Messengers Sent From His Heart; His Heart As Far From Fraud, As Heaven From Earth

If Money Go Before, All Ways Do Lie Open.

A Blind Man Can't Forget The Eyesight He Lost, Show Me Any Beautiful Girl. How Can Her Beauty Not Remind Me Of The One Whose Beauty Surpasses Hers?

Time Travels At Different Speeds For Different People. I Can Tell You Who Time Strolls For, Who It Trots For, Who It Gallops For, And Who It Stops Cold For.

In Time We Hate That Which We Often Fear.

What A Piece Of Work Is A Man, How Noble In Reason, How Infinite In Faculties, In Form And Moving How Express And Admirable, In Action How Like An Angel, In Apprehension How Like A God.

In Sooth I Know Not Why I Am So Sad. It Wearies Me, You Say It Wearies You; But How I Caught It, Found It, Or Came By It, What Stuff 'tis Made Of, Whereof It Is Born, I Am To Learn.

He That Has A House To Put's Head In Has A Good Head-piece.

This World Is Not For Aye, Nor 'tis Not Strange That Even Our Loves Should With Our Fortunes Change, For 'tis A Question Left Us Yet To Prove, Whether Love Lead Fortune, Or Else Fortune Love.

But Thou Art Fair, And At Thy Birth, Dear Boy, Nature And Fortune Join'd To Make Thee Great: Of Nature's Gifts Thou Mayst With Lilies Boast, And With The Half-blown Rose; But Fortune, O!

But I, That Am Not Shaped For Sportive Tricks, Nor Made To Court An Amorous Looking-glass; I, That Am Rudely Stamped, And Want Love's Majesty To Strut Before A Wanton Ambling Nymph; I, That Am Curtailed Of This Fair Proportion, Cheated Of Feature By Dissembling Nature, Deformed, Unfinished, Sent Before My Time Into This Breathing World, Scarce Half Made Up, And That So Lamely And Unfashionable That Dogs Bark At Me As I Halt By Them,-- Why, I, In This Weak Piping Time Of Peace, Have No Delight To Pass Away The Time, Unless To Spy My Shadow In The Sun.

Vice Repeated Is Like The Wandering Wind, Blows Dust In Others' Eyes To Spread Itself.

Flower Of This Purple Dye, Hit With Cupid's Archery, Sink In Apple Of His Eye.

Trip Over Love, You Can Get Up. Fall In Love And You Fall Forever. Anyone Can Catch Your Eye, But It Takes Someone Special To Catch Your Heart. Love Is A Smoke Made With The Fume Of Sighs.

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If She Be Fair And Wise, Fairness And Wit, The One's For Use, The Other Useth It.

Will Fortune Never Come With Both Hands Full, But Write Her Fair Words Still In Foulest Terms?

No Stony Bulwark Can Resist The Love, And Love Dares What Anyone Can Love.

They Are Hare-brain'd Slaves.

Dost Thou Think, Because Thou Art Virtuous, There Shall Be No More Cakes And Ale?

Take Physic, Pomp; Expose Thyself To Feel What Wretches Feel, That Thou Mayst Shake The Superflux To Them And Show The Heavens More Just.

She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.

Thou Ominous And Fearful Owl Of Death.

Art Thou Afeard To Be The Same In Thine Own Act And Valour As Thou Art In Desire? Wouldst Thou Have That Which Thou Esteem'st The Ornament Of Life, And Live A Coward In Thine Own Esteem, Letting 'i Dare Not' Wait Upon 'i Would,' Like The Poor Cat I' The Adage?

Mechanic Slaves With Greasy Aprons, Rules, And Hammers, Shall Uplift Us To The View.

Thou Whoreson Zed! Thou Unnecessary Letter! My Lord, If You Will Give Me Leave, I Will Tread This Unbolted Villain Into Mortar, And Daub The Wall Of A Jakes With Him. *all Cheer For Shakespearean Insults*

The Let-alone Lies Not In Your Good Will.

An Angel; Or, If Not, An Earthly Paragon.

It Is To Be All Made Of Fantasy, All Made Of Passion And All Made Of Wishes, All Adoration, Duty, And Observance, All Humbleness, All Patience And Impatience, All Purity, All Trial, All Observance

Friendship's Full Of Dregs.

Sir, He's A Good Dog, And A Fair Dog.

Experience Teacheth That Resolution Is A Sole Help In Need.

Light Boats Sail Swift, Though Greater Hulks Draw Deep.

Beshrew The Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan.

It Is Lost At Dice, What Ancient Honor Won.

The Silence Often Of Pure Innocence Persuades When Speaking Fails.

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