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But Jealous Souls Will Not Be Answered So, They Are Not Ever Jealous For The Cause, But Jealous For They're Jealous. 'tis A Monster Begot Upon Itself, Born On Itself.

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But Jealous Souls Will

William Shakespeare

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But Jealous Souls Will Not Be Answered So, They Are Not Ever Jealous For The Cause, But Jealous For They're Jealous. 'tis A Monster Begot Upon Itself, Born On Itself.

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The Sudden Hand Of Death Close Up Mine Eye!

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He Doth Nothing But Talk Of His Horses.

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Graze On My Lips; And If Those Hills Be Dry, Stray Lower, Where The Pleasant Fountains Lie.

And Oft, My Jealousy Shapes Faults That Are Not.

Let Fame, That All Hunt After In Their Lives, Live Regist'red Upon Our Brazen Tombs And Then Grace Us In The Disgrace Of Death; When, Spite Of Cormorant Devouring Time, Th' Endeavor Of This Present Breath May Buy That Honor Which Shall Bate His Scythe's Keen Edge And Make Us Heirs Of All Eternity.

Heaven Would That She These Gifts Should Have, And I To Live And Die Her Slave.

Give Thanks For What You Are Today And Go On Fighting For What You Gone Be Tomorrow

O Powerful Love, That In Some Respects Makes A Beast A Man, In Some Other, A Man A Beast.

What's Done Can't Be Undone.

Foul Cankering Rust The Hidden Treasure Frets, But Gold That's Put To Use More Gold Begets.

What Need The Bridge Much Broader Than The Flood?

In Love The Heavens Themselves Do Guide The State; Money Buys Lands, And Wives Are Sold By Fate.

Ill Deeds Are Doubled With An Evil Word.

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A Scar Nobly Got Is A Good Livery Of Honor.

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The Present Eye Praises The Present Object.

Honesty Is Not The Best Policy - Merely The Safest

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So May He Rest, His Faults Lie Gently On Him!

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Such Antics Do Not Amount To A Man.

If One Good Deed In All My Life I Did, I Do Repent It From My Very Soul.

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Sweets With Sweets War Not, Joy Delights In Joy.

But She Makes Hungry Where She Most Satisfies.

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

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But Yet I'll Make Assurance Double Sure, And Take A Bond Of Fate: Thou Shalt Not Live.

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

Some Men There Are Love Not A Gaping Pig, Some That Are Mad If They Behold A Cat, And Others When The Bagpipe Sings I The Nose Cannot Contain Their Urine.

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Better A Little Chiding Than A Great Deal Of Heartbreak.

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For It Falls Out That What We Have We Prize Not To The Worth Whiles We Enjoy It, But Being Lacked And Lost, Why, Then We Rack The Value, Then We Find The Virtue That Possession Would Not Show Us While It Was Ours.

Adieu! I Have Too Grieved A Heart To Take A Tedious Leave.

Our Holy Lives Must Win A New World's Crown.

Look, The World's Comforter, With Weary Gait, His Day's Hot Task Hath Ended In The West: The Owl, Night's Herald, Shrieks-'tis Very Late; The Sheep Are Gone To Fold, Birds To Their Nest; And Coal-black Clouds, That Shadow Heaven's Light, Do Summon Us To Part, And Bid Good Night.

These Times Of Woe Afford No Time To Woo.

Don Pedro - (...)'in Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear The Yoke.' Benedick - The Savage Bull May, But If Ever The Sensible Benedick Bear It, Pluck Off The Bull's Horns And Set Them In My Forehead, And Let Me Be Vildly Painted; And In Such Great Letters As They Writes, 'here Is Good Horse For Hire', Let Them Signify Under My Sign, 'here You May See Benedick The Married Man.

When Caesar Says, 'do This', It Is Performed.

She Cannot Love, Nor Take No Shape Nor Project Or Affection, She Is So Self-endeared

Ill Met By Moonlight, Proud Titania

To Be Honest, As This World Goes, Is To Be One Man Picked Out Of Ten Thousand.

You Are Thought Here To The Most Senseless And Fit Man For The Job.

Obey Thy Parents, Keep Thy Word Justly; Swear Not; Commit Not With Man's Sworn Spouse; Set Not Thy Sweet Heart On Proud Array. * * * Keep Thy Foot Out Of Brothels, Thy Pen From Lenders' Books.

A Tardiness In Nature, Which Often Leaves The History Unspoke, That It Intends To Do.

Villains, Vipers, Damn'd Without Redemption; Dogs, Easily Won To Fawn On Any Man; Snakes In My Heart-blood Warm'd, That Sing My Heart; Three Judases, Each One Thrice Worse Than Judas.

If Fortune Torments Me, Hope Contents Me.

Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me No Uncle.

When I Waked, I Cried To Dream Again

Nor Shall This Peace Sleep With Her; But As When The Bird Of Wonder Dies, The Maiden Phoenix, Her Ashes New-create Another Heir As Great In Admiration As Herself.

Beshrew The Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan.

I'll Go Find A Shadow, And Sigh Till He Come" (phebe)

Winter, Which, Being Full Of Care, Makes Summer's Welcome Thrice More Wish'd, More Rare.

The Eye Of Man Hath Not Heard, The Ear Of Man Hath Not Seen, Man's Hand Is Not Able To Taste, His Tongue To Conceive, Nor His Heart To Report, What My Dream Was.

For This Relief, Much Thanks

So Now I Have Confessed That He Is Thine, And I My Self Am Mortgaged To Thy Will, My Self I'll Forfeit, So That Other Mine, Thou Wilt Restore To Be My Comfort Still.

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?

Why, Thou Owest God A Death.

I Stand For Judgment: Answer: Shall I Have It?

Divers Philosophers Hold That The Lips Is Parcel Of The Mouth.

A Sympathy In Choice.

There's Villainous News Abroad.

Some Say That Ever 'gainst The Season Comes Wherein Our Saviour's Birth Is Celebrated, The Bird Of Dawning Singeth All Night Long: And Then, They Say, No Spirit Can Walk Abroad; The Nights Are Wholesome; Then No Planets Strike, No Fairy Takes, Nor Wi

Thou Weedy Elf-skinned Canker-blossom!

I Have No Other But A Woman's Reason: I Think Him So, Because I Think Him So.

Join Not With Grief, Fair Woman, Do Not So, To Make My End Too Sudden.

Go Hang Yourself, You Naughty Mocking Uncle!

Double, Double, Toil And Trouble; Fire Burn, And Cauldron Bubble!

Through Tattered Clothes Great Vices Do Appear; Robes And Furred Gowns Hide All. Plate Sin With Gold And The Strong Lance Of Justice Hurtless Breaks. Arm It In Rags, A Pigmy's Straw Does Pierce It.

I'll Read Enough When I Do See The Very Book Indeed Where All My Sins Are Writ, And That's Myself.

Within The Book And Volume Of Thy Brain.

Come, And Take Choice Of All My Library, And So Beguile Thy Sorrow.

Vaulting Ambition, Which O'erleaps Itself And Falls On The Other Side

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.

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.

The Bashful Virgin's Sidelong Looks Of Love, The Matron's Glance That Would Those Looks Reprove.

Hamlet [...] We Fat All Creatures Else To Fat Us, And We Fat Ourselves For Maggots. Your Fat King And Your Lean Beggar Is But Variable Service, Two Dishes, But To One Table; That's The End. Claudius Alas, Alas. Hamlet A Man May Fish With The Worm That Hath Eat Of A King, And Eat Of The Fish That Hath Fed Of That Worm. Claudius What Dost Thou Mean By This? Hamlet Nothing But To Show You How A King May Go A Progress Through The Guts Of A Beggar.

The Devil Knew What He Did When He Made Men Politic; He Crossed Himself By It.

I Do Profess To Be No Less Than I Seem; To Serve Him Truly That Will Put Me In Trust: To Love Him That Is Honest; To Converse With Him That Is Wise, And Says Little; To Fear Judgment; To Fight When I Cannot Choose; And To Eat No Fish.

Ingratitude Is Monstrous; And For The Multitude To Be Ingrateful Were To Make A Monster Of The Multitude; Of Which We Being Members, Should Bring Ourselves To Be Monstrous Members.

Hell Is Empty And All The Devils Are Here.

Could Beauty, My Lord, Have Better Commerce Than With Honesty?

To Be In Anger Is Impiety, But Who Is Man That Is Not Angry?

Well, I Will Find You Twenty Lascivious Turtles Ere One Chaste Man.

I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

Poor And Content, Is Rich And Rich Enough; But Riches, Fineless, Is As Poor As Winter, To Him That Ever Fears He Shall Be Poor.

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Yet, For I Know Thou Art Religious And Hast A Thing Within Thee Called Conscience, With Twenty Popish Tricks And Ceremonies Which I Have Seen Thee Careful To Observe, Therefore I Urge Thy Oath; For That I Know An Idiot Holds His Bauble For A God And Keeps The Oath Which By That God He Swears, To That I'll Urge Him: Therefore Thou Shalt Vow By That Same God, What God Soe'er It Be, That Thou Adorest And Hast In Reverence, To Save My Boy, To Nourish And Bring Him Up, Or Else I Will Discover Naught To Thee.

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