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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.

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William Shakespeare

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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.

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What's The News? None, My Lord, But That The World's Grown Honest, Then Is Doomsday Near.

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O Ceremony, Show Me But Thy Worth? What Is Thy Soul Of Adoration? Art Thou Aught Else But Place, Degree, And Form, Creating Awe And Fear In Other Men?

Friendship's Full Of Dregs.

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Thou Lump Of Foul Deformity!

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How Lush And Lusty The Grass Looks! How Green!

I Can Counterfeit The Deep Tragedian; Speak And Look Back, And Pry On Every Side, Tremble And Start, At Wagging Of A Straw, Intending Deep Suspicion.

Keep Thy Foot Out Of Brothels, Thy Hand Out Of Plackets, Thy Pen From Lender's Books, And Defy The Foul Fiend.

Of Chastity, The Ornaments Are Chaste.

What's Done Can't Be Undone.

There's Her Cousin, An She Were Not Possessed With A Fury, Exceeds Her As Much In Beauty As The First Of May Doth The Last Of December.

For Grief Is Crowned With Consolation.

Such Is My Love, To Thee I So Belong, That For Thy Right Myself Will Bear All Wrong.

O, Beware, My Lord, Of Jealousy; It Is The Green-ey'd Monster, Which Doth Mock The Meat It Feeds On.

Swift As Shadow, Short As Any Dream

Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be, For Loan Oft Loses Both Itself And Friend, And Borrowing Dulls The Edge Of Husbandry.

But Thou, Contracted To Thine Own Bright Eyes, Feed'st Thy Light's Flame With Self-substantial Fuel, Making A Famine Where Abundance Lies, Thyself Thy Foe, To Thy Sweet Self Too Cruel.

O Prosperina, For The Flowers Now That, Frighted, Thou Let'st Fall From Dis's Wagon; Daffodils, That Come Before The Swallow Dares, And Take The Winds Of March With Beauty; Violets Dim, But Sweeter Than The Lids Of Juno's Eyes Or Cytherea's Breath; Pale Primroses, That Die Unmarried, Ere They Can Behold Bright Phoebus In His Strength--a Malady Most Incident To Maids; Bold Oxlips And The Crown Imperial; Lilies Of All Kinds, The Flower-de-luce Being One.

Oh, How This Spring Of Love Resembleth, The Uncertain Glory Of An April Day, Which Now Shows All Beauty Of The Sun, And By And By A Cloud Takes All Away

Good Hay, Sweet Hay, Hath No Fellow.

There Are More Things In Heaven And Earth, Horatio, Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy.

And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change.

Downy Sleep, Death's Counterfeit.

You Draw Me, You Hard-hearted Adamant; But Yet You Draw Not Iron, For My Heart Is True As Steel: Leave You Your Power To Draw, And I Shall Have No Power To Follow You.

The Smallest Worm Will Turn Being Trodden On, And Doves Will Peck In Safeguard Of Their Brood.

Patience Is Sottish, And Impatience Does Become A Dog That's Mad.

In Jest, There Is Truth.

I Cannot Do It Without Comp[u]ters.

I Say There Is No Darkness But Ignorance.

Celebrity Is Never More Admired Than By The Negligent.

Crabbed Age And Youth Cannot Live Together; Youth Is Full Of Pleasure, Age Is Full Of Care; Youth Like Summer Morn, Age Like Winter Weather; Youth Like Summer Brave, Age Like Winter Bare. Youth Is Full Sport, Age's Breath Is Short; Youth Is Nimble, Age Is Lame; Youth Is Hot And Bold, Age Is Weak And Cold; Youth Is Wild, Age Is Tame. Age, I Do Abhor Thee; Youth, I Do Adore Thee.

Remuneration! O! That's The Latin Word For Three Farthings

Time Goes On Crutches Till Love Have All His Rites.

Where The Bee Sucks, There Suck I In The Cow-slip's Bell I Lie There I Couch When Owls Do Cry

Scorn, At First, Makes After-love The More.

I Have Had A Most Rare Vision. I Have Had A Dream, Past The Wit Of Man To Say What Dream It Was.

Thank Me No Thankings, Nor Proud Me No Prouds.

Wise Men Ne'er Sit And Wail Their Woes, But Presently Prevent The Ways To Wail.

As Love Is Full Of Unbefitting Strains, All Wanton As A Child, Skipping And Vain, Form'd By The Eye And Therefore, Like The Eye, Full Of Strange Shapes, Of Habits And Of Forms, Varying In Subjects As The Eye Doth Roll To Every Varied Object In His Glance

The Why Is Plain As Way To Parish Church: He That A Fool Doth Very Wisely Hit Doth Very Foolishly, Although He Smart, Not To Seem Senseless Of The Bob; If Not, The Wise Man's Folly Is Anatomiz'd Even By The Squand'ring Glances Of The Fool.

Tears Water Our Growth.

The Error Of Our Eye Directs Our Mind. What Error Leads Must Err.

The Dear Father Would With His Daughter Speak, Commands Her Service; Are They Inform'd Of This?

My Crown Is In My Heart, Not On My Head; Not Decked With Diamonds And Indian Stones, Nor To Be Seen: My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown It Is That Seldom Kings Enjoy.

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

Wasting My Time

Put Forth Thy Hand, Reach At The Glorious Gold.

Though Fortune's Malice Overthrow My State, My Mind Exceeds The Compass Of Her Wheel.

Confusion Now Hath Made His Masterpiece.

I Had As Lief Have Been Myself Alone.

When A Wise Man Gives Thee Better Counsel, Give Me Mine Again.

Many That Are Not Mad Have, Sure, More Lack Of Reason.

But Fish Not With This Melancholy Bait For This Fool Gudgeon, This Opinion.

All Thy Vexations Were But My Trials Of Thy Love, And Thou Hast Strangely Stood The Test; Here, Afore Heaven, I Ratify This My Rich Gift.

These Cardinals Trifle With Me; I Abhor; This Dilatory Sloth And Tricks Of Rome.

Teeth Hadst Thou In Thy Head When Thou Wast Born, To Signify Thou Camest To Bite The World.

The Fortune Of Us That Are The Moon's Men Doth Ebb And Flow Like The Sea, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By The Moon.

There Is Nothing But Roguery To Be Found In Villainous Men.

I Am Too Old To Fawn Upon A Nurse, Too Far In Years To Be A Pupil Now.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles.

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine.

A High Hope For A Low Heaven: God Grant Us Patience!

My Language! Heavens!i Am The Best Of Them That Speak This Speech. Were I But Where 'tis Spoken.

God Defend The Right.

The Thing Of Courage As Rous'd With Rage Doth Sympathise, And, With An Accent Tun'd In Self-same Key, Retorts To Chiding Fortune.

To You Your Father Should Be As A God.

Your Tale, Sir, Would Cure Deafness.

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Our Enemies Are Our Outward Consciences.

My Age Is As A Lusty Winter, Frosty But Kindly.

Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine Own Life's Means!

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I Do Not Seek To Quench Your Love's Hot Fire, But Qualify The Fire's Extreme Rage, Lest It Should Burn Above The Bounds Of Reason.

I Do Not Know What Kind Of My Obedience I Should Tender. More Than My All Is Nothing; Nor My Prayers Are Not Words Holy Hallowed, Nor My Wishes More Worth Than Empty Vanities; Yet Prayers And Wishes Are All I Can Return.

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